The book with way too many clichés ✔

murderous intent with a pinch of sadness

I would have slept the whole night away if something in the night wouldnt stop making noises down stairs.

I sat up right in bed and tucked my kneeds up to my chest, pulling the covers up to my chin.

If there was a burglar in our house then i would be safe.

Everyone knew that if a burglar came into your room and you covered yourself with the blanket he see you, or if he did he couldnt get to you.

It was science.

The sounds still sounded from downstairs and i was becoming restless. I kicked the covers off of me and made my way downstairs.

I was reallt scared and the last thing i wanted to do was get myself killed so i made it into the kitchen and there layed a gun, a knife, a banana and a blanket.

Obviously i chose the blanket because im really good at science at my school.

I wrapped it around me and almost instantly felt the power of the invisibility cloak activate. I inhaled deeply.

"HELLO?!" I WAS SCREAMING SO LOUD THAT EVEN THE WORDS OF THE NARRATION BOOK WERE IN CAPS LOCK.

"WHO IS IN HERE? I WANT TO KNOW WHO IS IN HERE I AM CURRENTLY IN THE KITCHEN AND MAKING MY WAY INTO THE LIVING ROOM"

HMM THERE SEEMED TO BE NO ONE THERE.

UGH CAPS IS ANNOYING. I BET YOUR MINDS SCREAMING RIGHT NOW EVEN THO YOUR TRYING TO MAKE IT WHISPER BC THIS IS A SVARY PART IN THE BOOK OF CLICHÉS HAHAHAHAHAHA

R U ANNOYED

R U MAAAD BRO?

HAHAHA I KNOW YOU ARE OKAY SORRY ILL STOP NOW.

I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark room around me and when they did i looked around the room.

Twice over.

There wasnt really anything suspicious looking in the room.

I bit my lip, nothing interesting ever happened in my life. I groaned.

"Does anything interesting ever happen in your life?" I asked the dark figure in the corner who seemed to be holding something long and sharp in his hands.

He slouched and then sighed deeply.

"No" he shook his head, crying.

I gasped running over to his side.

"Oh you poor soul" i said, tapping on his back reassuringly.

"The only thing i do is wake up, sit around all day watching tv and then go back to bed" he cried into my shoulder.

"Awh. You dont have any hobbies?" I asked him.

"Awh well i guess...." he trailed off. "But im no good at it" he let out more cries into my shoulder "ill never be good at anything"

"No" i said slapping him. "Dont put yourself down like that. I wont let you. Whats your hobby"

He stopped and stilled. A chill seemed to creep up my spine and he turned to face me. His breathing heavy.

He lifted up the knife and i flinched back.

"I" he said loudly

"Love" he took a step toward me while i took a step back, banging into a wall.

"TO KNIT" he said and i breathed a sigh of relief.

"And kill" he finished and i screamed.

CLIFFHANGER DUN DUN DUUUUUN