Post by Jaden on Jun 1, 2008 0:04:14 GMT 10
It was cold that night, and dark. The moon had decided to hide behind thick clouds along with its little counterparts, the stars. One could barely see if they went outside, and were more than likely bound to trip over their own two feet within an inch of a step.
Tommy was in the bathroom, home alone and glad he was. His parents were anxious about letting him stay at home when he was only eleven, but with his persistence he made them decide. He was brushing his teeth and making a funny face at himself in the mirror, steam rolling around in the air. He shook his head after putting away the toothbrush, sending droplets of shower water everywhere into the room. After drying himself up and putting on pajamas, he turned to the living room, wanting to watch something he knew his parents would never let him.
He took out the Scream movie and slipped in the cassette, and then jumped onto the couch. During the movie, he was so jumpy one would’ve thought he was a hyper squirrel hidden in a boy’s body, and a few times he had certainly screamed. When the scene of the masked killer came up behind the man that kept saying, “Behind you”, Tommy had started to do the same, “Behind you, man! He’s behind you!”
A crashing noise came from the kitchen, causing Tommy to scream like murder. He had dropped his popcorn all over the floor, and only swiftly turned around facing the kitchen door. He was crouching deep in the cushions, peeking over the edge. As he looked toward the crack, he noticed that the fridge was open because of the light shining from it, but then noticed something else. A moving shadow of legs.
He gulped as he looked back and forth, side to side, trying to find a place to hide. He knew his parents hadn’t gotten home, they had gone for the weekend to his boring grandmother’s house two hours away. Someone must’ve broken in without a sound, or possibly broke through the kitchen window, hence the sound he heard. But then again, why go in the fridge?
Covering himself in a white sheet, he charged into the kitchen screaming, “Oooo!”, like a ghost. But when he saw the intruder, he could only scream in fear and rushed out of the kitchen before the alien grabbed him. “Help, help, help, help, help, help, help, heeeeellllp!”
He dove into his room and slammed the door shut behind him, but once he turned around the alien was in there as well. He opened the door and realized that he just made a foolish mistake. There were two! Looking back and forth between the two of them, he was whimpering and jumping up and down, begging for them to let him go and saying that he was only innocent.
When his parents got home…all they found was a pool of blood, torn-up clothes, and a bitten-off finger. Their grandmother burped at his funeral a few days later, and out of her mouth came Tommy’s eye.
Tommy was in the bathroom, home alone and glad he was. His parents were anxious about letting him stay at home when he was only eleven, but with his persistence he made them decide. He was brushing his teeth and making a funny face at himself in the mirror, steam rolling around in the air. He shook his head after putting away the toothbrush, sending droplets of shower water everywhere into the room. After drying himself up and putting on pajamas, he turned to the living room, wanting to watch something he knew his parents would never let him.
He took out the Scream movie and slipped in the cassette, and then jumped onto the couch. During the movie, he was so jumpy one would’ve thought he was a hyper squirrel hidden in a boy’s body, and a few times he had certainly screamed. When the scene of the masked killer came up behind the man that kept saying, “Behind you”, Tommy had started to do the same, “Behind you, man! He’s behind you!”
A crashing noise came from the kitchen, causing Tommy to scream like murder. He had dropped his popcorn all over the floor, and only swiftly turned around facing the kitchen door. He was crouching deep in the cushions, peeking over the edge. As he looked toward the crack, he noticed that the fridge was open because of the light shining from it, but then noticed something else. A moving shadow of legs.
He gulped as he looked back and forth, side to side, trying to find a place to hide. He knew his parents hadn’t gotten home, they had gone for the weekend to his boring grandmother’s house two hours away. Someone must’ve broken in without a sound, or possibly broke through the kitchen window, hence the sound he heard. But then again, why go in the fridge?
Covering himself in a white sheet, he charged into the kitchen screaming, “Oooo!”, like a ghost. But when he saw the intruder, he could only scream in fear and rushed out of the kitchen before the alien grabbed him. “Help, help, help, help, help, help, help, heeeeellllp!”
He dove into his room and slammed the door shut behind him, but once he turned around the alien was in there as well. He opened the door and realized that he just made a foolish mistake. There were two! Looking back and forth between the two of them, he was whimpering and jumping up and down, begging for them to let him go and saying that he was only innocent.
When his parents got home…all they found was a pool of blood, torn-up clothes, and a bitten-off finger. Their grandmother burped at his funeral a few days later, and out of her mouth came Tommy’s eye.
Unless my eyesight's deceiving me.