BOOM! Thunder boomed and lightning struck. The sound of rain tapped the window. Tap tap tap. I am home alone. First time ever. I really wish I told my mom I wanted to go with her, but I knew something was wrong. It is already 9 at night and she said she would get back at 7. What has happened to her? I glance across the room and look at the clock. Tick tock. I wait impatiently for 3 more hours. She is not back. I know something is wrong. I call the cops but when I pick up the phone...the phone was dead.
I then heard breathing and footsteps and I turn around in horror as a man with a knife is about strike. My heart beat hasten faster and faster. I ran at the fastest I could. I ran out onto the street and banged on my neighbors door. As if I had all the luck in the world, the door opened and I rushed in and locked it behind me. I breathed heavily as my neighbor, John, asks,
"Skyla, why are you out so late."
"I think someone is trying to kill me" I reply breathing heavily.
"Where are your parents?" He asks, with a look of concern.
"I think...they are..."I swallowed very hard."dead..." The second I said dead I started crying unbelievably.
"They aren't" John says with lots of force."Come use my phone and call them" I walk into his kitchen and dial in the number to my parent's phone. No answer. I tried again. No answer. Tears started to leak from my eyes like if they were hoses.
"You can spend the night here Skyla." John says while rubbing his eyes.
"Thank you."
