As Sunny rose from his bed, he could feel the chill from the air surrounding him seep into his skin. It was still early in the day, only around six in the morning. He’d been feeling this chill everywhere he went. His house, the stores, and even in broad daylight where the sun would usually warm him. His only refuge from the cold seemed to be his bed. So he’d been glued to his bed for the past few days. Hoping that once he got up, everything would be back to normal.
It seemed not. Sunny sighed and slipped out of the comfort of his bed, ignoring his urge to just lie down and fall asleep again. Walking through the halls of his cold home, he wraps his arms around himself as if that would help. He stops in his kitchen, taking in the difference of the area. His kitchen had been trashed. Pots and pans dented and crushed, silverware bent and scattered about, drawers pulled out of place and cupboard doors ripped from their hinges. It looked like a hurricane had plowed directly through his kitchen and destroyed it.
Not only was it that, but also the whispering that he’d been hearing through the silence. Sunny could never make out the words being said, but they always sounded remorseful and full of grief. The whispering with the added destruction of his kitchen had him horrified. How was he supposed to fix this? He can't spend his already limited money on new kitchen supplies.
Sunny shakes his head and maneuvers through the destruction. He looks for a pot that is mostly intact, fills it with water and sets it on the stove. Maybe a cup of tea could help him calm down, and warm him up too. As Sunny went around doing his thing, he felt like some of the whispers were getting louder. They were saying things like, ‘watch out’, and ‘look behind you’.
Sunny ignored it, figuring that it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Considering the fact that he hadn't socialized in days, it wouldn't surprise him if he had lost a few screws. Besides, he never believed in ghosts or the paranormal. Anything like that were just scary stories to keep children from wandering out alone at night. Sunny never believed in any of those dumb stories. He's not gullible like other people are.
Sunny finishes making his tea and slowly sips the drink from his mug. Unfortunately, it was the last mug left intact. But that was fine, he could tolerate it. The whispering kept growing louder and soon became hard to ignore. Sunny groans in annoyance and finally turns around. As soon as he does, he’s frozen in fear.
Above the doorway was a creature unlike anything Sunny had seen. Multiple long, boney legs. Spiky tendrils protruding from its back, a slimy substance dripping from them. Its mouth gaped wide open, gigantic, long, sharp teeth decorating its black gums. It drooled a tar-like liquid.
That was the last thing Sunny saw before it flung itself at him. And the last thing he heard was one of the spirits saying, ‘We tried to warn you’.
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I wrote this for my creative writing class lol. I didn't use Sunny as the main character though, I named him Thamus. Should've named him Shamus cuz it's a Shamus he died.
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