Alone
The girl was tearful as the steel
blade was heard scraping against the metal. Pounding footsteps approached the
door ever so slowly……
I winced and hid under my mauve quilt at the sound. Cautiously, I glanced at my laptop screen.
It was eleven o’clock. My mom would be home soon. I reached over and picked up
my bowl of baby carrots. Suddenly
the door blew open. The lights flashed on, then off. I looked outside, but no
one was there. A crash came from the kitchen; I ran. My mother was cleaning up
her spilled coffee. I would never watch horror movies alone ever again.