I woke to the sound of screaming. Half-asleep, I tumbled out of the upper bunk. Someone screamed again, sounded like it was downstairs. I got up, went out of the room. Through the hall, down the stairs. I heard a scream again, but not the same as the two before. I looked around the whole floor, but there was no one there, nor upstairs, just me, all alone in this big house. What was that? The wall phone rang. Who calls this late? I answered, and a person said "I have found you" and then hung up. I turned around and in front of me was......
Twelve hours earlier
I came home from school. It was just a normal summer day in LA. I was so hungry, so I ordered pizza home. I turned on the TV. The first thing that came out was today's news. A man, so-called "the nightmare killer", has been released from prison, and he is wanted again because several new murders characterize his way of killing, splitting the body in two and writing the names of Greek gods on the forehead. What a nightmare.
I am alone at home because all my roommates have gone to see their family. I ate my pizza and did some homework. A friend of mine called me and asked if I wanted to go out and have a coffee. I of course answered yes. We went out, chatted, drank my coffee, and then returned home. I was so exhausted after all with school, so I laid down on my upper bunk bed to rest for a while, like a power nap, but I happened to sleep completely.
A few hours later, I woke to the sound of screaming. I tumbled out of the upper bunk. Someone screamed again, sounded like it was downstairs. I got up, went out of the room. Through the hall, down the stairs. I heard a scream again, but not the same as the two before. I looked around the whole floor, but there was no one there, nor upstairs, just me, all alone in this big house. What was that? The wall phone rang. Who calls this late? I answered, and a person said "I found you" and then hung up. I thought somebody was joking. Furthermore, I turned around, and in front of me was the kitchen. I went into the kitchen. Took a banana from the fridge, went upstairs to sleep again. I heard someone screaming for help. What was that? At this moment I do not think it is a joke anymore. Somebody needs help. It sounded below. I went downstairs again, but this time down to the basement. It was pitch dark and no one was there. I went to the basement door and I tried to open the door, but it did not work, it was closed. I did not close the door. I am afraid. Now it is me screaming for help. No one came. I heard somebody say, "come to me, my little princess". I screamed again. I saw a figure. Likewise, I saw how this figure just got closer and closer to me. I screamed and wailed. The figure shouted, "I have found you, and now you will be dead". He is holding a knife-like object, and then nothing. I only hear myself screaming. I woke up from my screaming. All this was only a nightmare.
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Nightmare.
Short StoryAn english short story by Gabriel Elia. I woke to the sound of screaming. Half-asleep, I tumbled out of the upper bunk. Someone screamed again, sounded like it was downstairs. I got up, went out of the room. Through the hall, down the stairs. I hear...