The House of My Nightmares
"There is some macaroni and cheese in the
refrigerator. Oh, and in case you need me you
can call me at work. Do you know my work phone
number?” “Yes mom.” I replied. “And if it’s a
emergency, I will run over to Mrs. Femiline’s.”
My mother smiled at me. “I guess I’ve told you
enough times huh?” I nodded my head. Then
asked, “When will Dad come home?” my mother
sighed. “Probably tomorrow night” she answered.
My Dad had been on a business trip in Florida for
5 days now. I had really missed him. “All
right, then I better be on my way. Bye honey.”
My mom leaned over and kissed me on the
forehead. “Bye” I mumbled. As soon as she left,
I decided to call my best friend Laurie. We are
both freshmen in high school together.
From the closet, I
could not hear those bloods curling cries. But
the sound still remained in my mind. The
moaning, and groaning. The intense sound of
those desperate cries for help. I shivered in
that closet. Scared of what would happen next.
What the police would find. That’s when it hit
me. If there was a thief, or robber in the
garage then why was it…crying for help? It was
then, that I heard the voice again. I just
couldn't get the voice out of my head! That’s
when I noticed that it wasn't in my head. The
cries of help were coming closer and closer. I
started to sweat, and shiver at the same time. I
was so scared, I couldn't even move. That’s when
I saw it. I wasn't sure what, but it was a
whitish figure, hovering in the air. The sweat
poured down my face, as the shivers ran up my
spine. I was so frightened I had no idea what to
do. The figure floated into my parent’s room,
near the closet I was in. That’s when I saw it a
bit clearer. A floating whitish form with only
faded features. My heart pounded faster and
faster the closer it got. “Hhhheeeellllpppp
mmmmeeeee” it moaned. Not really to me, but
towards the wall. That’s when it left the room.
I stayed in the closet, like a sheep that was
just attacked by a wolf. I don't know exactly
how long I was there, but it wasn't for long.
That’s when I heard pounding from somewhere. I
jumped. Then waited. The pounding had stopped.
That’s when the door opened. I tried to scream,
but my voice caught in my throat. I heard
footsteps all over the house. Then “Anyone
home? Miss? This is the police.” “Here!” I
managed to cry out, with relief. That’s when the
police came into my parent’s room, as I opened
the closet door. “Are you OK miss?” They
asked. I just nodded. “I just want to call my
mom.” I walked over to the phone with shaky
legs, and paused. When they asked what was
wrong, I replied softly, “I don't have the phone
number.”
When they finally contacted my mom, she came
home right away. When she asked what happened, I
told her the whole story. She didn't believe
me. No one believed me. They all told me I must
have been imagining.
For the next few weeks I
was waking up with nightmares about the ghost in
the middle of the night. After about 4 month’s,
we moved. My parent’s couldn't take my
nightmares anymore. I couldn't take the worry of
that ghost anymore.
At our new house, it was
much easier. I went to the same school, because
it wasn't that far away. My parent’s could
attend their same jobs because of the short
distance. And best of all, I had no more
nightmare’s. The ghost was gone. It was not my
problem anymore. But to this day, I still feel
terrible for the couple who moved in the old
house. The house of my nightmare’s.
Submitted from: Jeila, NY, USA
[Home]
After a
few rings, she picked up. “Hey Laurie what’s
up?” I asked casually. “Fine you?” We talked
for a while, until I glanced at the microwave
clock. 10:26 p.m. We've been talking since
9:00! Mom would kill me for being on the phone
for so long. “Uh, Laurie I got to go.” “OK.
Bye.” I hung up. Then walked to the
refrigerator. Inside, I saw the macaroni and
cheese my mom was talking about. Since I
couldn't remember the last time my mom made
macaroni, I decided to eat something a little
more…recent. I pulled out a big bowl of
spaghetti, and sat down to eat. After about two
bites, I heard a sound from the garage…a faint
cry. I put down my fork, and walked closer
towards the garage. The cry was louder now…sort
of like a moan. My first thought was that a
robber was inside, and I should go and call the
police. But then, as I stepped closer, I heard
someone cry for help. “Hhhheeeellllpppp
mmmmeeee….” Then the cry grew
louder, “Hhhhhheeeeeelllllppppp mmmmmeeeee.”
Then even louder, “Hhhhheeeeellllpppp
mmmmmeeeee!” Scared to death, I ran and called
the police. Waiting for them, I ran into the
closet in parent’s room.
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