It was an hour after we watched a horror movie. I don't like them much. I was snuggled in my bed. I was waiting for mum to come tuck me in. My brothers and my father always laughed at me. Well, I was going to sleep in my bed tonight. Not on the couch like any other normal night. I waited and waited. Mummy never came. I eventually fell asleep. I have a door. A barn door. It slides back and forth. Well, I awoke to the noise of the door sliding. I looked up. "Mum", I called out. But as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized that a figure was sitting in the crack of the door. It was looking down on me. I start to shiver. I can see it's white grin from here. I pull the blanket over my head. I wait for about ten minutes. I sit up on my bed. I quickly pull the blanket from my face. I scan the room. Nothing there. I get up and start walking down the hall to the kitchen. I get a glass of water for my dry throat. As I get back into bed, I look up. In the corner of the wall is the figure. Floating just above my head. I jump out of bed and run into the kitchen. I start making a wild dash for my mum's room. I yell at them as I jump on their bed. They don't move. I yank at dad's arm. It comes off in my hand! I pull the blanket from their heads. Their limbs are severed! I start to sob. I run to my brother's room. They are both dead in a heap. I look at the window. I see it, scraping the glass. Grinning. I run back into my room. It was now morning. I call the cops. As I hung up, the thing grabbed my throat. Pressing harder and ever more tightly on my small head. That is when I regret watching the movie.
To all my followers. I don't have many. But I am thankful to them all. Here is my best story yet. GORE WARNING-I HAVE WARNED YOU. PLEASE TAKE CAUTION READING MY STORIES IF YOU ARE YOUNGER. IF THESE WERE MOVIES, THEY WOULD BE PG-13
