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.