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When I Am Alone At Home Essay

The day wasn’t ordinary… It was extraordinary. The weather was awful and windy as if I was by the sea-side. I couldn’t see the road ahead of me as it was extremely hazy as if there was a snowy blizzard in front of my eyes. With the weather this bad, I somehow amazingly got home eventually.

As I entered the house, the hairs on my neck stood on end – something was wrong and I could feel it in my bones. I paused to listen into the darkness but I couldn’t quite work out what it was. I thought to myself “Forget it, you’re just being silly!” and made my way upstairs. As I was making my way upstairs I suddenly heard a loud noise as if something had dropped.

“Who’s there?” I squeaked as I got to the top of the stairs. Silence greeted my question as I heard nothing in response. As I tried looking around in the dark, I noticed the window at the top of the landing was wide open and the air freshener which was usually displayed on the window sill was lying on the floor.

“How did it get there and why on earth was my window open?” I asked myself. Maybe my Mum had forgotten to close it I tried reasoning myself as I pulled the window handle shut and putting the air freshener back in its place. I went to my room and laid on my bed for a while. As anxious as I was, funnily enough I was fast asleep within ten minutes without realizing what kind of nightmares lay ahead for me that night.

It was furry – a yellow hairy werewolf with eyes bright red and full of evil, sharp teeth with dripping blood from its mouth and it was just about ready to was ready to eat me alive. As he came closer I felt his smelly breath on my neck.. “Khrrrrrrrr” came the snarl..

That was when I suddenly woke up with a scream. A big gust of wind flew through my room and I realised it was my bedroom window which was wide open and the wind was gushing through. “How on Earth did that happen? I swear I just shut the other window earlier and this one was definitely shut?!”

I started questioning my own sanity.. “Was I going crazy? And forget that – was my dream real…? Or am I still dreaming?”

A moment later the clock struck midnight and the strange noises started. First it was the staircase creaking as if someone was walking on an old creaky floorboard. My heart skipped a beat and I yelped: “Mum is that you?” My Mum wasn’t supposed to be back from work until the following morning as she was doing the night shift that night at the hospital but maybe she had come home early..

Nobody answered and the wind blew past my curtains making them fly up. At this point I was still in my bed and somehow managed to gather strength and get to my light switch.

Click went the light switch.. but it was still dark though.. “It must be a power cut” I told myself. Or was it the creature I thought as my eyes ran over a yellow furry teddy in my room by the window.. I couldn’t help but think maybe someone had cut off the power supply.. but then why would someone do that to little old me??

The whole house was pitch-black and the only light coming inside the house was from the street lights in the street. I could hardly see anything but luckily I managed to feel the torch in my drawer. I switched it on and made my way downstairs to see if I could fix the electricity mains.

All of a sudden I saw a dark shadow rush by me and I felt a cold gust of wind going down my spine. “Hello, who’s there? This isn’t a joke anymore!” I shouted bravely.

My heart beat couldn’t help but start to increase rapidly. I started to take deeper breaths and my hands were shaking. I heard a disturbing and creepy voice and then out of nowhere, an echoing: “ha haaaa haaa haaaa haa haaaaaaaaaa”. It seemed the voice was echoing but I couldn’t say where the voice was coming from which was confusing and scaring me even more.

Then I heard a woman’s scream out of nowhere: “Helpppppppppp!!!”

The voice sounded familiar. Could it possibly be my mothers scream?! I ran into the living room where the scream came from. And that’s when my whole life changed. I saw my mother hanging from the ceiling like from one of those horror films! I couldn’t even scream as if I had no voice. The torch dropped out of my hand and I stood as still as a statue staring at my mother. Her mouth was frozen open as if she had tried to warn someone of something but didn’t get the chance to finish.

I couldn’t go on like this so screamed: “Why don’t you kill me as well, why don’t you?!” and as the words came out of my mouth, tears came through my eyes. I picked up my torch and started to run towards the front door. It seemed the corridor kept getting longer and longer. I was running and running and it felt like miles.

Was my mind playing tricks with me? Was I going crazy? And then out of nowhere, again I heard the screeching voice. But this time there was an even scarier thing to be scared about: The voice said: “The time has come to end for you. You run but you can’t hide mwaahahahahaaa………”

I could feel some thing behind me and that’s… when… I… met… it… face to face!

It had its red eyes gazing at me, razor-sharp teeth and blood dripping out of its mouth.

On one side of its face you could see its flesh like someone had peeled off the skin with a potato peeler. It came closer towards me with its mouth open and I froze, now knowing what to do. I was panicking and I suddenly reached for the necklace around my neck. It had a metal cross on it and the first thing I could think of was to scare off this beast so I thrust the cross towards the beast. The next thing I knew; blood started to squirt everywhere; I had stabbed him in the eye!

I didn’t wait around to see what happened next so I quickly turned around ready to run out the house… as I turned my back to see how close he was to me, I could see he wasn’t there. He has vanished into thin air within a blink of an eye.

Just when I thought I was OK and would be able to get away I felt something fall against me outside of the under-stair storage cupboard… it was my father – with blood all over his shirt and a knife sticking out from his stomach. I tried screaming but nothing came out of my mouth… No matter what I would try to do I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape this beast now! Nothing but prayer could help me now.

Abruptly I felt a cold grasp around my hand. I was trying to scream for help, but again no sound came out. “Son save your self, get away!!” my Dad whispered next to my ear as he took his last breath.

Suddenly the hallway started to get blurry and it seemed to lengthen again. “What in heaven’s name is happening to me…?” I thought as I saw a wave of blood rushing through the kitchen on my left side. Before I even had the chance of thinking of running away the wave got to me and struck me out cold.

That’s all I could remember from the nightmare as the sun streamed through my closed window. “Where am I? Am I in heaven?!” I asked myself in a croaky voice. My vision got clearer as my mind freshened and I could finally figure out that I was back in my room.

How could last night be possible? Was it all a dream or had it really happened? I heard the familiar rustling from the kitchen and guessed it was my Mum cooking breakfast for me.. I felt a sense of relief washing over me – “It probably was a bad dream after all then!” I reassured myself.

Relieved, I reached for a glass of water and as I drank from my glass, I felt something dripping – on top of my head. I put my hand on my hair thinking it was water somehow but it only took me a moment to bring back my hand to see it covered in blood.

As a shadow fell over me I felt something move in my doorway.. I looked up quickly and felt my heart drop as I realised what it was. It was the creature from my nightmare which meant my nightmare wasn’t actually a nightmare but reality after all.. And that meant the time for me had come to an end as well.. “God, help meeeeeeeeeeeeeee……….!!!!” I screamed as my last words echoed in my empty house.

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