Short Stories I Made in Class

August 19, 2022

***************************WARNING****************************

This mentions the death of an animal and a scary creature. If you get nightmares easily, please be warned.

   Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs. The bedroom door handle turned slowly. I was freaking out since I was alone in my house except for my cat. But, there was no way it could be my cat. She was curled up at my feet, asleep in her own little world of chasing mice and killing birds. So who could it be? And how did they get in?

   I had set the alarm to my house, at least I think. Or maybe I forgot again. But then, I would have heard a crash or something, maybe even a light turning on.

   The door clicked, meaning the handle was fully turned and could be opened. It slowly opened, a creeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaak being heard. My heart was racing and I could hear my own heart beat. And as my state of panic dawned on me, I did the only rational thing one would do. I hurled an old shoe at the door. To my horror, a gnarly, black hand caught my boot. A deep voice uttered three words, "Don't do that."

   My cat got up and went racing towards the door and the same black hand went and caught her. She looked scared, and didn't seem to be able to fight back.

   "NO! Put Melody down!" I yelled at the hand. She was my cat, one I chose when I was a kid, I couldn't lose her to this weird hand.

   Soon, it let my cat go, but she didn't seem right. She slumped to the floor and I knew she was dead. She wasn't moving, there was no shallow breathing, or any breathing at all. She was truly gone, and I couldn't even save her.

   I thought about jumping out of my window, but how would that work? Wouldn't the hand just get me, and even if I make it, wouldn't I just fall to my death? But there was no time to overthink my journey to the only available exit. Trying to contain my sobs, I leapt onto my bed without looking back and out into the old tree house just outside.

   Somehow, the hand didn't get me and the old tree house didn't collapse on me, really bringing me to my death.

   I then used the old ladder, making sure to be careful and not end up falling through the wood, and climbed down as fast as I could. It wasn't easy, but I managed to.

   With both feet on the ground, I went running and headed for my friend's house. It was a pretty long way away, but I didn't mind. Anything to get away from that monster.

(I thank my study buddy in class for helping me make my story! If you have any fun story starters or stories, feel free to share!)