Sierra Anderson

Death to Come

In my bed, with flowers. A wave of questions flew in my head. Who was that boy? Was he nice? Was he bad? What was his deal? Why was he stalking?

Suddenly I felt a drop on my shoulder. Then another one then another one. The ceiling was leaking. It must've been raining. I looked around the room and saw that there was a dark figure at the end of the room walking over closer and closer.

I didn't want to look. I wanted to hide. I closed my eyes. When I opened them. The figure was gone, but on the floor there was a hat.

***

"Bars there was someone in my room." I exclaimed.

"Do you know who it was?" He asked.

"No, but it left a hat." I told him.

I showed him the hat. He started to examine it.

"That was the same hat that dude was wearing." He explained.

"Why was he watching me?" I asked.

But he didn't get a chance to speak because we heard creaking coming from my room. We ran all the way up to my room and there stood the boy.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I want my hat." He answered.

Bars threw him the hat. The boy caught it.

"Who are you?" I finally said.

He didn't answer. He ran straight out, pushing by us. Through the living room out the door.

Seconds past, minutes, then we heard loud thunder. I felt a rain drop and then another. I looked up I saw a huge hole! Then I saw a face.

"I'm Chandler." He said before leaving my sight.