Trickster
October 25th, 2008, 06:01 PM
The boy slept soundly in the comforting sheets. The door closed, the window shades slightly ajoruned. His age was that of a teen. He slept in the dark to grow up. He might get a chance...
As his parents were out the boy had his dog as protection. Seeing the dog before he slept comforted the boy.
He awoke to the sound of footsteps, rapid and loud. The sound raped his ears and slashed his heart. He stirred slowly rubbed the dreams from his eyelids and opened the door. The dog was gone...
He wondered where he would go off to. Venture into the abyss of a home, or reside in the shelter of the room. He wandered out and flicked a light. The boy jumped and screamed. He saw the glimmer of metal, the drop of water, the mouth of a beast and death in his mind.
The dog stared at him with conent and umbundled, goofy smile. The boys sighed as seeing the dog went to refresh himself. The dog panted and wanted the boy to come with him. Without hesistaion he followed the dog downstairs.
The dog stopped at the fridge as always. The boys gave an annoyed look and saw it was a pit-stop to outside. The boy opened the door and let the dog out, the boy waited and went upstairs.
The lights in his room were on, the door locked. and the boy outside. HE banged his door as he didnt remember locking it...mainly because his door didnt lock. it didnt have one and couldnt be.
The boy checked and saw nothing. The dog wasnt finished the boy alone...
He heard a breath filled with disdain. the boy ran to his kitchen and grabbed a knife. He was prepared. The light he carried was only in his eyes. He was a defensive person but also a easily frightned one. He saw a movement, filled his body with adreniline and pure darkness and approched.
The body quivered the muscles strong, the mind set. He saw nothing.
The breath of disdain became closer and closer. He couldnt bring himself to turn he needed a way to be prepared. He turned and stabbed.
The air suffered the scent of blood. The boy was in pain, but knew he got the target. He could feel it that he hit something but why couldnt he see it?
He felt powerful, in control and even more alone.
The scent of life spewing from the wound. He saw the corpse on the floor and knew he had killed. He had destoryed he couldnt move, he couldnt breath and knew that as long as there he could go to sleep and rest...
NOW that was a little story i made doing Edgar allen poes type of themes and style of scary story.. Tell me what u think
As his parents were out the boy had his dog as protection. Seeing the dog before he slept comforted the boy.
He awoke to the sound of footsteps, rapid and loud. The sound raped his ears and slashed his heart. He stirred slowly rubbed the dreams from his eyelids and opened the door. The dog was gone...
He wondered where he would go off to. Venture into the abyss of a home, or reside in the shelter of the room. He wandered out and flicked a light. The boy jumped and screamed. He saw the glimmer of metal, the drop of water, the mouth of a beast and death in his mind.
The dog stared at him with conent and umbundled, goofy smile. The boys sighed as seeing the dog went to refresh himself. The dog panted and wanted the boy to come with him. Without hesistaion he followed the dog downstairs.
The dog stopped at the fridge as always. The boys gave an annoyed look and saw it was a pit-stop to outside. The boy opened the door and let the dog out, the boy waited and went upstairs.
The lights in his room were on, the door locked. and the boy outside. HE banged his door as he didnt remember locking it...mainly because his door didnt lock. it didnt have one and couldnt be.
The boy checked and saw nothing. The dog wasnt finished the boy alone...
He heard a breath filled with disdain. the boy ran to his kitchen and grabbed a knife. He was prepared. The light he carried was only in his eyes. He was a defensive person but also a easily frightned one. He saw a movement, filled his body with adreniline and pure darkness and approched.
The body quivered the muscles strong, the mind set. He saw nothing.
The breath of disdain became closer and closer. He couldnt bring himself to turn he needed a way to be prepared. He turned and stabbed.
The air suffered the scent of blood. The boy was in pain, but knew he got the target. He could feel it that he hit something but why couldnt he see it?
He felt powerful, in control and even more alone.
The scent of life spewing from the wound. He saw the corpse on the floor and knew he had killed. He had destoryed he couldnt move, he couldnt breath and knew that as long as there he could go to sleep and rest...
NOW that was a little story i made doing Edgar allen poes type of themes and style of scary story.. Tell me what u think