It was 17 years ago when I was 10.
I remember having a closet by the side of my bed.
Polly, my dog, would always be sleeping at night but this one night... 12:30 AM...
Polly approached the closet when she heard something in it...
She started sniffing like she's investigating the closet then some time later...
Polly started growling... Growling as if she's sniffed out something...
I quietly said, "Is someone there?"............
No answer...
"Is someon-...!" I was half-way across my sentence but another noise was made! It's like someone's watching...
It startled me so I sneaked out of my room and called dad...
Dad seemed to be okay with my request to him so he followed me to my room..."Wouldn't you even get your bat just to be sure," I said.
"Alright... Just me let do my job..." dad said.
He got the bat and followed me.
He seems drowsy and I don't mind.
I woke him up! What would I expect?
Then at my room...
Polly's still growling like she saw something..."Is your dog going crazy so you brought me her-...!?"
Dad stopped talking when we heard a thud in my closet...
"Come out, weirdo!" dad said.
Nothing...
"You still got that 9mm I gave you?" dad quietly asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Give it to me," dad said.
I gave him the gun and waited for instructions.*Gunshot*
"Hey buddy! Come out with you hands up!" dad said.
A guy that seems to be 45 years old came out of my closet.
"Call 911," dad said.
I went down stairs to find our telephone but then... I heard a gunshot up stairs..."AAAHHHHHH!!!!!"
WAS THAT DAD!?
I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and ducked to hide behind the kitchen table."Come out, kid... Don't be scared... I won't hurt you..."
I didn't answer... I was scared for my life!
"COME OUT!!!!!"
I was trembling!
I heard his footsteps growing nearer and nearer!!!
I saw his foot in front of me so I stabbed him and he let out a loud yell, ran out of the table, and called 911...
I looked at him...
HE HAS THE GUN!?"You're strong kid!!!"
Answer!!! Please!!! ANSWER!!!!!!
And finally they answered...
As I was talking to on the telephone I heard someone behind me...
"Kid..."
I turned around and saw...
Him...
I couldn't move...
I silently whispered in fear, "Help me..."
And then I saw dad, with mom, behind the guy.
Dad snuck up behind the guy and hit the head of the guy with a bat..."What are you doing looking at me like that? Answer the phone while he's still unconcious!!!"
I finished the call...
Waited for the police to come...
And then the weirdo was arrested...I don't know why but the experience some how made me feel cool infront of my classmates everytime I tell them the story about that night even though it scarred me for life...
By the way...
Polly was safe and I'm so glad nothing happened to her body...
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Horror Stories
HorrorThis is a book about some stories that I've been writing since I was just 14 and I'm now trying to make a book of my horror story collection. Please go easy on me. I'm just a beginner. Enjoy! Stay awake! This book will be updated once in a while.