'TAP, TAP, TAP
The boy woke up startled, what was that noise. He looked towards the window, there he saw two yellow eyes staring at him. The creature raised a hand and waved. The boy waved back to the creature, it smiled at him then left.
TAP, TAP, TAP
The boy woke up in the middle of the night, what was that noise. He then remembered what happened in his dream. He looked towards the window to see nothing
TAP, TAP, TAP
'Where is that coming from' he thought,'From you of course' a voice from inside his head said. -What, no I'm my own person- Go look in the mirror and see for yourself- No, you can't make me- Well see about that- The boy walks to his bathroom and looks in the mirror, his eyes were the same as the ones he saw in the window. –Don't you see, I'm in control, wake up boy, smell the rotten stench of death in the air, I'm not done with you yet- Stop, please, I don't want this I, . . . I never asked for this-You did, you wanted to kill them, so I helped you- No please kill me instead of them, they did nothing wrong- You said it yourself, they deserve to die, no matter I killed them already, and now it's your turn to die- What . . . .AHHHHHHHH- You call that a scream, I'll show you how loud you can scream-AHHHHHHHHH, please it hurts, just . . . . just, kill me already- Now, where's the fun in that, I want to watch you suffer-Please I don't want to see more people I love die, please-Who said you were in control-Please, stop-Look in the mirror-. . . . – LOOK, now, tell me what do you see- I. . . I see me- No, I see a boy, a scared naive little boy, who is under my control, right- . . . . – RIGHT- . . . Yes-Good, I'm in control- . . . okay-I say what goes-. . . .Okay . . . – Put that knife down, PUT IT DOWN- . . . . No-Wha. . . WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, NOW WE'LL BOTH DIE- Exactly- What- You- . . . – Can. . . . –No- You. . . cant. . . win- No, No, NO,NO,NO. . . . . – NO more pain and suffering, No more. . . . -
He walked to the bathroom tired and bloody, He had slit his throat on accident, but he didnt want to hurt people anymore. However, instead of freaking out, he welcomed death with open arms. His Body fell to the floor with a loud thud. The sound woke his parents, they looked at each other and ran to their son's room. When they got to the room they found that the door was locked. They yelled to him if he was alright and if he could open the door. They pushed and banged against the door. When they got no reply they stopped, the room was quiet a little too quiet. They only thing they heard was a gargling gasp for air. The mother yelled at him to stay awake and to open the door, while the father called 911.
As the world grew dark around the boy and the sound of yelling and banging faded away, he found himself being sucked in to a memory from school.'Tuesday, May 5, 1879; I was leaning against the wall talking to one of my friends when I saw her. She was walking down the hall of the academy crying. I quickly stop the conversation and walked into the class room were she was sitting in her chair, crying. Her friend gathered around her asking what wrong. I walked up to her and asked 'Who did this to you.' She wiped her eyes and said ' you may not know him but it a boy from the music academy, he's been messing with me insulting me and touching my butt' Tear stated to full my eyes but I didn't let them fall. Though when she said he tried to touch hear butt, I lost it.'
When he confronted the boy he was badly beaten up. He could walk without having a limp in his step for weeks. With his last dying breath he softly said to his parents that were telling him to stay awake, 'Something went tapping in the night . . . What goes tapping in the Night.' With that he closed his eyes and faded away.
An investigation soon started the next morning. They searched all around the room for clues. They check each Dresser drawer, they looked under the bed and in the trashcan. All they found were multiple unmarked bottle with pills in them. The parent were questioned as well as the friends of the poor boy. The case was closed with the cause of death being depression. As the investigator left the room one stayed. She wanted to pay her respects to the boy.
TAP, TAP, TAP
The woman turned towards the window to see Red eyes staring at her. Before she could scream for help, she was pushed onto the floor. Her throat was slit and her eyes were wide with fear. She wasn't dead yet but she was almost there. She looked up to the ceiling as she choked on her own blood. The boy that had died over two months ago stood over her. He got no his knees and lean over the woman, he got right to her ear, as the women slowly slip away from blood loss. He gently whispered in her ear, "Something went tapping in the night. . . .What goes tapping in the Night?" The End'
'Wow' the boy said to his father 'that was scary, but what happen next.' "How about this" the Father said "I'll tell you the rest tomorrow" 'OK' the boy replied, the Dad pulled the cover the boy and kissed his head. He said his goodnight to his little one and left the room. The boy snuggled under his cover, and slowly drifted away
TAP, TAP, TAP
The boy's eyes flew open
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Bob
Fanfictionshort story's about friend or foe characters Also small short stories I made