I lay one again in my rickety bed. The gentle breeze rode in. The curtains swaying. It was peaceful. But one noise destroyed it. One single noise everytime. One long, loud screech. It was like someone dying. The worst I could think of is someone getting ripped to pieces then hung on the ceiling. It had to be that yet it was worse. After another sleepless night I hauled myself out of bed. I gazed around my gloomy room and stared at the clock. It was seven o'clock almost time for school. I hated school. Mainly because I had to pass that house thee and back. I swear I saw a face peering out the window once. I swear…
After a usual morning routine I gently closed the door behind me. I rubbed my eyes and began to walk. The sun blazed beautifully above every house. I began to walk past the house I dread. Still, I couldn't help but stare. The door burst open with a sudden flash. There was no wind. I walked over. The door was firm on. Then I saw a face in a mirror opposite me…
My curiosity was always a strong point. I edged slowly closer. It was like something was dragging me in. Then my sense kicked in. I slammed the door and ran. As I came closer to the kerb I saw a black figure in the window. It was there last time. Exactly the same. I heard the faint sound of a school bell. I was late. I ran as fast as a bullet and I darted my way to school. I couldn't get that face out of my head all day. It was stalking me. I didn't pass the house the usual time. I was an hour late due to my detention. It was winter so it got dark really soon. It was worse than usual. I didn't have my friends. It was dark. The street lights on my street were broke. It was torture. I ignored the door when it opened. Winters in my town were strange. It was sunny early. Freezing later. I couldn't wait to get home. But I didn't.
because somebody has to have the courage a common sense to come on here and tell you your story sucks.
so courageous dbo. You should be out irl exercising those balls of steel. It's a shame you troll every thread, there's no separation of the bad and mediocre. I thought it was OK but too much description and needs to be longer, have longer sentences too.
^He trolls it to derail it. Someone with more than two brain cells would realize this and keep on topic. He's like our personal nub-weeder. Those who can't handle it leave after raging for a few days.
@lerj you think one has to be "out in real life" to have the ability and time to make a post in kaw forums? I didn't know you required so much concentration to be active in kaw forums. that's kinda sad bro. you have a therapist?
This is terrible, your story is lame and does not flow. Please read it before you post and think "is this bad or terrible?"