A Scream of a Night
"Watch out..." came across the laptop's screen
It is when I am sitting in my room all alone, as the clock strikes midnight, that I remember when my two friends were killed, in this very house. It was a Friday night and my parents were at a party. We were on our laptops and instant messaging each other in my room for fun. It was then that we all received an IM from yourworstnightmare84 that said, “Watch out, watch out, your worst nightmare is coming tonight.”
We all looked up at each other. Michelle’s face went pale. Rachel got sweaty. “Who do you think sent this?” asked Rachel. “It’s probably just someone trying to scare us. Don’t stress out,” I said. Another IM bleeped onto the screen. “Maybe you should stress out,” the IM said. “Okay, now I’m scared. Is he in the house?” asked Michelle. “No. The microphone built into my laptop must have transmitted my voice to this creep’s computer,” I replied. “Good, because I have been needing to go to the bathroom really bad,” said Michelle.
She left the room and Rachel and I turned off our laptops. We were talking about the movie we had seen the weekend before for about a half hour when we noticed Michelle was still gone. “Let me check on Michelle. She has been in the bathroom for a while,” Rachel said. So I sat there for a while, waiting for my best friends to come back. When it had been five minutes, I left the room to see what was taking so long. I ran down the steps, two at a time, and turned to the bathroom door. I opened the door, and what I had seen before was eyes was unreal. Michelle and Rachel had been slaughtered with a knife, their throats cut and blood oozing down their t-shirts.
My body was frozen. My mind wanted me to run as fast as I could out of this house where the killer now lingered, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. But in a short while, I forced myself to make a run for the door. As soon as I was about to reach the door, an evil, malicious looking man took me by the throat into a chokehold. I was gasping for air, and then I brought back my fist, and threw my fist at him with all of my might. He stumbled back, and within the few seconds I had, I made a run to my backyard.
My gate was locked, and there was nowhere to go. The killer dashed at me, and as soon as he was about to lunge at me with his bloody knife, I dodged him, and he went plummeting into the deep end of my pool. The man was struggling for air, and it was obvious that he couldn’t swim. I called the police immediately, and they arrived within five minutes. My parents showed up next, and I was glad to know that this horrifying night was over.