My father and I crept over to the window. There was a person wearing a black hood, and black jeans banging furousiously against the door.
"Do we open the door?" I whispered.
"No, wait," he replied.
I stayed looking out the window waiting for something to happen. The man slowly started to poor out a black liquid and melted into the cold ground.
"Now we can open the door," My father said.
The old woman came back, and went over to us. We slowly walked towards the door, and opened it. The black liquid was gone, and all there was, was the hoodie and the jeans. My father knelt down , and picked the clothes up. A little piece or ripped paper fell from the clothes. My father picked it up and unfolded it. It read: one week left.
It looked as if there was something else written, but was torn off.
"What does this mean Derrick?" The lady said.
"It's coming," He stuttered.
"What is?" I asked.
The two adults ignored me.
After this incident, it was dinner time. Everyone was quiet around the table. We had steak, that had already gone cold, and peas and corn. It wasn't the best dinner I have had, but it was better than nothing.
After dinner I went to bed. I just lay there staring at the ceiling. I could see a figure come towards me from the corner of my eye. As it came closer, it's features came more clear. It had a hat, and what appeared to be a knife in his hand.
I tried to get up, but i couldn't move. I tried to call for help, but all that came out was loud breaths. It was like I was paralysed. No matter how hard I tried to move, nothing happened. The figure came closer and closer. He went on top of me . I was staring straight at his face, but he didn't have any eyes, mouth, nose, it was just black.
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The Door
Horror16 year old, Ava was born into a wealthy family, living in a large house. There has been one room that she has always been curious about. What will happen when she finally opens that door...? Please read, vote, and comment feedback on my book xx
