stories I wrote for school

The shed

When you're home alone do you ever feel like something or someone is watching you? I feel like that all the time. It started 8 years ago when I was 8 years old. I was outside reading when I heard a voice. It started as a whisper that you could only hear if you were trying but it gradually started to get louder and louder to the point where I couldn't hear my thoughts. The one voice quickly turned into multiple voices and kept repeating the phrase "HELP US, SAVE US, FREE US''. I realized that the voices came from the woods where my dad spends most of his time so I started to follow the voices. After a while of walking the voices suddenly stopped so I looked down and what I saw horrified me. It was my mom but she wasn't moving, she wasn't breathing and she was covered in the color red.

After I found my mom dead in the forest, red was my least favorite color and I think my dad noticed because he painted his shed door red. My dad doesn't like anyone in his shed no matter who it is, it could be the president and he would still get mad. One time I got curious about what was in the shed so I got the biggest rock I could carry and smashed it against the lock. The lock broke but before I could go into the shed my dad caught me and made me stay in my room for a whole week. Of course, he gave me food and water but he would also lecture me about never going into his shed and I asked why and with a dark look in his eye he told me that it was none of my concern.

8 years have passed since then and each day I would get more and more curious about what was so special about the shed and why I couldn't go in there. So when my dad was gone for work I went into his office to get the extra shed key. I went outside and the voices kept saying "hurry he will find you" over and over again but I just brushed it off. I unlocked the shed and then thought to myself 'this is finally it I can see what is in here.

The voices got quiet and when I looked around the shed I realized my mom wasn't the only dead person I would see in life. I was horrified and started to back away

from the pile of dead bodies when I heard it. It was my dad's truck and I knew if he knew what I had seen I would be added to the pile of bodies so I hid under the desk that had his knives on it. He entered and I held my breath and when he walked past the desk I breathed out a sigh of relief and then started to panic when he stood in front of the desk and when I looked up I saw the barrel of his gun "I told you once and this is the final time I will tell you you should have stayed out of my shed" he said in a deep voice that didn't sound like him at all and that was the last thing I saw.