Post by Mayhem on Oct 28, 2007 15:07:16 GMT -5
Lynne Vu held her breath as she hid under the covers. Her heart was pumping inside her chest. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-creak! Her heart skipped a beat and she suppressed a squeak of fear. It sounded like her closet door had opened, or worse- her bedroom door. She quivered and shivered, not daring to look from out under her bed dressings. Her breath caught in her chest- had she heard a step? In the silence, she heard a soft “Ha…” Fear gripped her, and all other noise was drowned out. Was it her imagination? She began to pray, as she could see no other option. Her heart calmed for a moment and she unclasped her hands. She obtained a rush of courage and moved under the covers, getting ready to dive for the light switch. She grabbed the edge of her blanket and took a deep breath.
Lynne dove across her room, letting out a small cry as she propelled herself towards her wall and light switch. Her body was pressed up against the wall as she frantically tried to find the switch. “Ah!” she cried as she found it, flipping it into the on position. She kept her eyes wide open as she did so, knowing that the flood of light would hurt, but she wanted to see. No rush of light came. She whimpered, flipping the switch on and off, off and on. She sensed movement in front of her and she became even more frantic. “Oh God… Oh God…” the young girl said, her bottom lip quivering. The movement became audible. It sounded like many layers of cloth swirling, as if blown by a wind. A soft growl began to almost echo around her room. It was low and threatening, making Lynne think of Red Riding Hood’s Big Bad Wolf. “Oh, God help me…” Lynne said, nearly crying. With an adrenaline fueling her thoughts, she pounded the side of her fist to her wall. The sounds stopped at once. This almost scared Lynne more than the sounds themselves. Half a second later, the lights came up. Lynne caught something dark retreating into her open closet. She looked around her for something, anything to defend herself with. Her eyes spotted a newly sharpened pencil she had somehow knocked to the floor in her flight to the other side of the room. She snatched it up, testing its strength by pricking it against her thumb. Her thumb began to bleed rather profusely where she pricked it. As the drops of blood began to hit the floor, she looked over to her door. Smoothly she began to slide towards it. It was closed, but she felt that if she could just get out of her room, she’d be alright… She gripped the handle and jerked her hand to open it. It wouldn’t budge. “Oh God…” Her heart fell and she began to feel sick. She heard a creak- the closet door was opening! Slowly, agonizingly slow, the door opened. Inside her closet it was pitch black. A rustle of movement was heard and a low growl. She saw a white leather shoe step out from the darkness- and the lights went out once more.
Lynne dove across her room, letting out a small cry as she propelled herself towards her wall and light switch. Her body was pressed up against the wall as she frantically tried to find the switch. “Ah!” she cried as she found it, flipping it into the on position. She kept her eyes wide open as she did so, knowing that the flood of light would hurt, but she wanted to see. No rush of light came. She whimpered, flipping the switch on and off, off and on. She sensed movement in front of her and she became even more frantic. “Oh God… Oh God…” the young girl said, her bottom lip quivering. The movement became audible. It sounded like many layers of cloth swirling, as if blown by a wind. A soft growl began to almost echo around her room. It was low and threatening, making Lynne think of Red Riding Hood’s Big Bad Wolf. “Oh, God help me…” Lynne said, nearly crying. With an adrenaline fueling her thoughts, she pounded the side of her fist to her wall. The sounds stopped at once. This almost scared Lynne more than the sounds themselves. Half a second later, the lights came up. Lynne caught something dark retreating into her open closet. She looked around her for something, anything to defend herself with. Her eyes spotted a newly sharpened pencil she had somehow knocked to the floor in her flight to the other side of the room. She snatched it up, testing its strength by pricking it against her thumb. Her thumb began to bleed rather profusely where she pricked it. As the drops of blood began to hit the floor, she looked over to her door. Smoothly she began to slide towards it. It was closed, but she felt that if she could just get out of her room, she’d be alright… She gripped the handle and jerked her hand to open it. It wouldn’t budge. “Oh God…” Her heart fell and she began to feel sick. She heard a creak- the closet door was opening! Slowly, agonizingly slow, the door opened. Inside her closet it was pitch black. A rustle of movement was heard and a low growl. She saw a white leather shoe step out from the darkness- and the lights went out once more.