Ghosts and 'Insanity'

Preview: Home Alone

"Stupid Stove" I muttered, I was cooking pasta on the stove as I was not game to use the microwave. A storm bellowed outside and the microwave always cut the power out. My parents were returning from Fiji and I was left to prepare dinner again for the hungry family of four, as my brother was off working. The strangest noise was the television on Channel Nine News, varying in volume constantly changing from maximum volume to minimum volume. The next noise was the microwave going and then the silence of the suddenly black room. There was a knock that stood out rather than the pinging of the rain on our tin roof. It was someone knocking on our wooden door, followed by the creak as it opened. I went to see who it was expecting my parents to enter through the door that I locked 10 minutes ago. I stumbled up the pitch black hallway searching for the door when suddenly I was flat on my face. I had forgotten about the vacuum cleaner. I tried to move. "OW!"I yelled. I thought that my ankle was broken. There were footsteps and then the silence of shock. I could feel eyes pouring into my back. I managed to turn around. There was an old pair of stilettos. I continued to stare in amazement. My mother NEVER wore stilettos unless she didn't want to walk for the next week. Behind the stilettos was a beautiful pale peach dress. It was torn and stained with spots of a deep red. I looked up and that was when I saw her face. She had long and beautiful blonde hair. But her eyes where the thing I couldn't comprehend they where pitch black. The outside part around her eye was also the colour if charcoal like she had not slept one day in her life. She lent her head back and let out a shrill scream. That is when I heard them. "I can't wait to see how our little girl coped with being here alone for the majority of the day." It was Mum and Dad. I wanted to scream but I could not find my voice. I tried to move but I had cut my hand on the edge of the painting. I looked down at it finding that the source of the stabbing the pain. My hand was cut. I could smell the rusted scent of my blood and then nothing....