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Shadow
Who said 5 a.m couldn't be scary?
It was 12 at midnight and I decided to pull an all nighter. I wanted to be successful this time. Other times I've either fell asleep or decided to sleep. But now I'll do it for sure.
3 a.m..
I couldn't believe it, I had stayed up this long. Now for a bigger challenge. I have to stay up till 5.
It was already 4 in the Morning it still looked dark outside. I wonder if 5 are the same. Well of course I've been outside at 5 already. All right then until it's five I'll be watching videos or creating them.
Already 5 I looked out and yes it was pretty dark out. This was the time my Dad would go to work but he left early this time. I noticed too that my brother always seems to hit the wall several times. Or was it not he but a ghost? I personally believe in ghosts but many people don't. I wonder why.
5:30 passed by a little fast not until I heard something over in the kitchen. I was scared. I heard plates moving around and other noises. I decided to check it out but was to scare to because usually I wouldn't hear these things. It stopped. The noises stopped. I stood up from my bed and opened my door. I was in the hall between the kitchen and the living room.
"Oh gosh. I got to go!" I screamed. "To the bathroom!" I laughed. Once I finished what I did I noticed a red dot on the wall thinking it was just my imagination I left it and didn't even bother to touch it. I was on my way to my room until, there I saw it, the thing that my family had always talked about. The dark figure that has appeared to every single person in the house except me.
It Was my turn to experience a creepy, dark looking figure. I started to panic thinking the figure would do something to me. It was starring at me with red eyes. On the outside it looked really scary but on inside he was also scary. I can tell this figure has been asking for help but no one helped it. I was wrong it was about to attack me when another dark figure passes by. But this time this isn't just a dark figure it's the shadows friend.
They had come together to attack me since I was the last victim. The others got saved. If it weren't for my existence the last person who would've died would've been my sister. She had told me her experience was scary too but not that much.
The shadows looked at me. I could tell they were spelling something in the wall with blood. On the wall I read, "No last victim stays alive. Each one dies and we take their bodies for food." I was their next last victim. I stood there like I wasn't afraid. But it was no use. I had to do something but what. Run! Run! Run! My brain told me.
And there I was trying to escape these shadows. Keeping them away from taking my body and killing me. I wanted to enjoy life a little more. I never thought it would end like this at all. Dying at a young age just didn't seem that cool to me. I wanted to die as an adult not as a teenager. It's where life gets better but it was over. It was the end of me. I've lost everything because of these shadows. Everything.
Oops guess I was wrong. Not the end of me just yet. I'm going to fight back they isn't taking me nowhere because I isn't going to let them. I turned around and found the shadows. They were about to attack me and kill me but I didn't let them I was fighting back with a knife. They too had a knife in their hands. I had a feeling that I was going under but I knew I would make it out alive.
"My knife! The only weapon I had!" I screamed. They just looked at me like if I was the dumbest person on earth. I backed up and saw a clock. It read 7 a.m. It was light outside and the shadows didn't like sunlight, so I opened the curtain and they vanished. I went back to my room and found mysterious words on the wall. It said, "We will come back for you soon. You won't get away with it." Creep out I went back to bed to calm down. I decided I'm not going to pull any more all nighters because they are too much work and they bring scary things.
Those words written on the wall seemed very scary. They were letters made out of someone's blood. That's when I noticed it was my blood. And when I looked down. I couldn't say anything. My body was right there in the middle of the floor. I looked at n myself in the mirror but didn't see anything. I looked at myself by looking down. That's when I noticed I had turned into a ghost. I died. I didn't win the battle. I lost.
Ever since then I couldn't continue happily as a ghost. I was too sad to move on. "Why did this have to happen to me!" I said with a crying voice. "Ugh it's no use I lost. I have to understand that. Those shadows have the fault. They decided to take me. Why couldn't they take someone else I don't understand."
2 weeks have passed and I was mad and sad at the same time. I was a ghost already but I didn't want to live like that. My parents were looking for me but I knew they wouldn't find me. But oh well. I was in another place now that wasn't home..
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