Chillers, Thrillers, And Killers

Home Alone

My parents left for most of the night and I sometimes get weird feelings as if I'm not alone when I'm alone at home. (I'm pretty sure everyone gets this way..) I don't have any chores, my little brother is asleep, and I'm COMPLETELY bored.. "Maybe I should watch some T.V, take my mind off the silence..." I think to myself, as I walk towards the living room. "Wha- where is it?.." I mumble. Then I start to think again "Well that's a tad quer.. I swear it was right here on the couch.. Maybe the toddler took it?.. Nah he went to bed and the remote was still there but now......." I hear a knock at the door then I say to myself "Who in the H-E double hocky sticks could be knocking at the door at this time of night?" I cautiously walk towards the door hoping it was my parents to greet me... But it wasn't.. I open the door but to see nothing.. "Uuugh! Another Ding-Dong-Ditcher!" I say in frustration. I slam the door, walking back to the living room. I stop dead in my tracks hearing something or someone rambling around in the kitchen starting to feel goosebumps... I quickly but quietly grab a baseball bat from the closet near the staircase, starting to slowly walk towards the door of the kitchen "W-w-who's there?..." I said sternly but even I could tell in the tone of my voice that I was completely scared of maybe getting attacked by a psycho.. The noises stop... Then... I hear something that made shivers go down my spine... A faint demonic voice says, "He's mine now... ehehaha.." my eyes widen, remembering about my little brother.. I run upstairs worred sick then quickly run into my brothers bedroom to see his cradle... I walk closer to it.. I see nothing but red goo all over the cradles sides and a horrified innocent face that remains motionless.... I feel tears stream down my face then I feel a sharp blade pierce my back knowing what came next... I didn't scream, didn't cry, didn't call for help.. But slowly got on the ground accepting I was going to be with him.