The room was dark and silent. I couldn't move, for I was paralised by my fear. All I could do was stare at the window of the workshop in the garden. The clock was ticking away and I knew I couldn't stay there forever. Just then, I saw something, it looked like a hand print in the blackened window. I blinked to make sure it hadn't been my mind playing tricks on me but the print was still there, fainter now but, still clear. I wanted to go and see what or who was in there so I plucked up the courage and left the room. All the light bulbs were shattered so I used a small torch to light my path. I reached the back door, hand shaking, I turned the key and opened the door to what seemed like a normal,dark night. The walk to the workshop door was fast but, still terrifying. The door creaked open to reveal a packed garage of junk, I had to make my way to the back of the room to get to the stairs. I got there and looked up the stair case, I saw nothing but dark, dusty floorboards. The upstairs of the workshop was empty only a paintbrush lay on the window sill. I made my way over to the printed window and the finger prints were clear as day in the torch light. My hand snaked up the side of my body to meet the hand print, I touched it and there was a scream, a piercing scream.....
The torch flashed and flickered before turning off completely. The screams were getting louder and louder, I heard footsteps behind me and a cold boney hand covered my mouth. I tried to scream but it was too late...........
THE END
OMG! I scared myself stupid whilst writing this and reading it outloud! xx
