Dear Diary,
Growing up with cats and dogs, I got used to the sounds of scratching at my door while I slept. Now that I live alone, it is much more unsettling.
I always took my mom for granted. I asked her for whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it, and she didn't care what I did, as long as I made it home in one piece. By the time I was seventeen, I had more cats and dogs than my neighbor Shannon, and she had twelve of each! All my pets wanted my attention and I loved it. My mother hired someone to take care of them so that I wouldn't have to. Although these pets were my life, I would often get annoyed with them, especially Sparkles, my fifteenth dog, who I named after a character in a short film I made when I was eighteen, because he would constantly scratch on my door. After my senior year, I waited and waited over the summer until I finally got my acceptance letter to BYU. I wanted to stay in an apartment by myself because being an only child was the best thing ever.
The horrid scratching has worsened and the door sounds like it's opening. I want to call someone, but who? Dad? No. Emily? No. Mom? Definitely not.
I got a job at a nearby bakery to help pay bills for my apartment. In my offtime, I would take naps. Being an only child made me want to be alone all the time, but then I became occupied with my boyfriend, Jackson. His soft brown hair, green eyes, pale skin, and chubby cheeks made me realize that I couldn't stay alone forever. We started hanging out all the time; so much that I started dreaming that we were married with two kids and lots of pets. fifteen cats and seventeen dogs, just like home. One night while I was having this dream about my fantasy life, I heard scratching on the door. Assuming it was my dream I didn't pay any attention to it, but then I had a moment of realization- in my dream, my boyfriend and I were alone.
I want to wake Jackson but he's sleeping. Maybe I can just tap him? No, he'll be mad.... I'm gonna tap him.
Now you're all caught up. As my boyfriend and I slowly creep towards the door. I cling on to my diary, my pride and joy, in fear.
"What do you think it is?"
"I don't know. Do you think it's a stray?
"I hope so, cause if not-"
He reaches for my hand with one hand, and reaches for the door handle with the other. As he turns the doorknob, he closes his eyes, bracing himself. I close my eyes as well. All I hear is a loud screeching, similar to a howling monkey. I feel the release of Jacksons' hand and my heart coming to a halt. When I open my eyes, all I see is his rotting flesh in chunks. The monster's gone but I'm hiding just in case it comes back. In the meantime-
Dear Diary,
Jackson's gone. I don't know how to describe what I saw or what happened but all I know is that there was a monster and Jackson's dead. I've been sitting here alone for two months. I dropped out of college and quit my job. I decided to start writing books. My first, "The Monster Knocking At Your Door," was a hit.
-Audrey Lyling
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The Wonderful Story of the Lyling Family
FantasíaThis book is about the many adventures of the Lyling Family and how they've lived their lives. Their stories are short but will be told in first person. A little bit of background about this family, they like to write their stories in one diary. The...
