A horror story written for my eighth grade English
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You were sitting in your room staring out your window at the dark, cloudy sky, wondering what to do for the rest of the day. A knock at your door withdraws your attention from the window. "Come in!" you shout at your door.
The door slowly opens letting the hall light illuminate a sliver of your dark room. It's just your dad, "Hey kiddo," he says, "Your mom and I are going out to dinner."
At the mention of dinner you look to your alarm clock, the time is 6:00, "Have fun dad." You give him a fake smile. You're currently horrified, being an only child, and both of your parents being gone doesn't help the fact that you have monophobia. You're fine being alone in a room, but you need to know that you're not alone in the building.
"Stay outta trouble kiddo," he gives you a smile and closes the door enveloping the room in darkness. You let out a shaky breath and look back out the window just in time to see your mom and dad pull out of the drive way.
You close your eyes and imagine you're with your parents and you're all having a good time. Letting your imagination take over brings a smile to your face, but then it takes a turn. Even in your imagination you're alone. No one's around, just you surrounded by darkness. There's nothing around you, almost as if you're floating.
It all comes to a stop. You start to fall in your mind. Falling. That's all you do. Just falling into a black, bottomless abyss. No walls, floors, or ceilings. That is until you stop. You just stop. You're back to floating, you're scared and afraid wondering what's happening.
You look around, trying to find someone, anything. You realize you're alone again. The falling made you forget. Well, you thought you were alone. Yellow eyes stand out in the darkness. They stare into your young ones. You're not alone anymore, but still you're afraid.
Not of being alone, of something else. You fear what's watching. What's there? Where do those yellow eyes belong? Who do they belong to? Not of being alone, but of the unknown. Who's watching you? Who's within the shadows?
You snap your eyes open. You let out a sigh of relief glad to be in your room again. But the relief soon turns to fear. You're alone again. The fears eating at you. You're horrified of what could happen.
Not only are you alone, but the eyes your imagination conjured up haunts you as well. The beady yellow eyes that belong to an unknown creature terrify you as much as being alone. You try to forget them. Forget the eyes.
Trying to do so you bring your attention to something else. No longer trusting your imagination after what it previously thought up you try to occupy your mind. You get off the sill and take a seat on your bed. The fear you have making you rigid and wary of everything.
