I sighed as I typed on the black keyboard, getting a bit tired from all the writing.
"The monster growled at the boy, ready to attack." I typed on the keyboard. "Almost done with this chapter." I thought to myself as I continued writing. A few more minutes of writing this new chapter later, I heard a knock at the window next to me, I just brushed it off as a hallucination from not getting much sleep, so I continued writing when it happened again, and I just ignored it again, thinking that it was still my imagination.
"The big skinless creature chased the boy, scraping its claws along the metal walls as it ran after him." I wrote on the page on my laptop. I thought of what to write next, when the knocking came again, this time on the door to my room. I looked up to the wooden door, worried. I slowly walked up to the door, hoping that it was just my imagination, but deep down, I thought something was there. I creaked open the door slightly and looked through into my dark hallway, the light was off so I couldn't tell, but I thought I could hear something in there, so I quickly closed and locked the door, turning on my bedroom light and continuing to write my story, looking back at the door every 30 seconds or less.
It wasn't long before the next knock, it happened at my window once again, so I slowly lifted the curtains, looking out, I couldn't see anything, but I could only barely see the forest behind my house, I sighed, thinking it was just my imagination once again, and I sat back in my computer chair, continuing my work.
A few minutes later...
"Finally." I thought as I pressed the "Publish" button to publish my story on the website. I closed out of "Nott-pad" before I flopped onto my big soft bed, pulling the covers over me before remembering I haven't turned the light off, so I got up and stepped over to the light switch and flicked it, turning the light off. I walked back over to my bed and got back under the dark blue covers, almost instantly drifting off to sleep.
Meanwhile...
I stepped on the small stool, the rain splashed onto the hood of my jacket hard as I forced the window open, crawling into the small room, looking around the darkness, noticing the man sleeping on the big bed. I walked over to the sleeping man, raising the stick into the air, before slamming it into the man's stomach, cutting it open forcefully with the sharpened stick, cutting his intestines apart as the blood soaked the dark blue bed sheets and my jacket, I grabbed him by the neck and forced the stick into his left eye, his screams only turned to whimpers as I twisted the weapon, causing him horrible pain, I raised the stick up one last time, and stabbed him in his forehead, causing the stick to go into his brain, and finally, he stopped moving, he was dead.
I got up and grabbed the man by his right hand, pulling him off the bed and dragging him across the floor towards the window, leaving a big trail of blood behind us, I lifted the man's corpse up and threw him out the window, he fell onto the hard ground with a loud thud, I jumped out the window and dragged him into the dark forest as thunder roared in the distance...
Later...
"Alright, here we go," I said as I dragged the dead body into the small abandoned cabin, I dragged him over to the symbol in the middle of the floor, The Operator symbol, and put him in the middle of it, I walked back over to the front door and closed it, looking out the window before closing the curtains after I saw The Rake out there staring at the cabin. I walked over to the dead man laying on the drawn-on symbol and began the ritual... To give his soul to The Slender Man...
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Richard(My First Horror Story)
Horror(This is my first horror story, so it's not too good.) Richard Davis... A 13-year-old boy with a miserable life. His mother died when he was only 9 years old, only a child. His father hit and beat him every day. A group of four older kids, who bulli...
