Hi y'all this is my second story for my Christmas series! I hope you like!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except for the obvious stuff like my family and myself.
Chapter One: One Long Night
I was walking home from school on that fall day. It was Friday, September 24th, the day before my birthday. My sister and I were walking home together, just thinking, in my case day dreaming.
The leaves were falling gracefully to the ground. The wind gently rustled the leaves, causing the day to be mild, not to hot, not to cold.
We were almost home when I heard a dog bark. Caroline, my little sister, and I turned around and saw Angel, who was a neighbor's dog and not much of an angel. She seemed to have gotten off her chain again and was barking and growling at us. She normally did that so I wasn't fazed.
When my sister and I reached home we climbed up the steps and went inside. I went over to my dog to scratch her behind the ear. Instead of wagging her tail, which was her usual response, she gave a low growl from the very depths of her throat. I looked at her and she looked at me with a warning in her eyes. I was stunned, my dog was normally very quiet, she never barked, let alone growled, at any one, and especially not me.
I shook my head and said to Caroline, "I'm going to my room."
"Whatever, Hilary," she replied, not very interested.
I climbed up my stairs to my room and flopped down on my bed. I thought about what had happened between my dog and me. I shook myself and decided to turn on the radio to clear my thoughts. I turned it on and it was crackling like crazy. It sounded as if it wasn't getting any reception.
My mother then called for me from downstairs, telling me to come down and set the table for dinner. I walked out of my room, momentarily forgetting about my radio. When I reached my door, I paused; my radio was fine, no static. I frowned, becoming confused, and walked back to the radio. As soon as I got there, the music that had been playing got drowned out by static. I reached over and turned off the radio before I went out the door, back down the stairs.
We had pizza for dinner, not glamorous, but still delicious. While we were eating dinner, the light breeze began to pick up. After dinner, where my dog and I had avoided each other, my whole family, my mom, my dad, two sisters, brother, and I finished packing for our trip to England. It was a kind of fourteenth birthday present. When I had finally crammed in my final belongings into my backpack, I collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted. I then grudgingly got back up, slowly putting on my pajamas, and final, sighed into my covers.
I turned off my lamp and tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I willed myself to fall asleep but I couldn't. I'm not sure, but I suppose I fell into a restless sleep. My house was a pretty old house and it whistled. The wind, now much stronger then it was that afternoon, was beating against the house. I felt as if I could see it wrapping around, trying to find a way in.
I heard a noise, fear was rising in me. I was terrified! "Why am I so afraid?" I rationalized with myself. Then suddenly, instantly, the fear seemed to subside. "Nothing's wrong," I said to myself.
Suddenly the wind reached a higher pitch as the fear came creeping back. I felt as if I could see it, sneaking toward me. I felt it pounce on my feet, and rush through me, like venom, as if it had bit me. My hand shot up to my lamp and I turned it on.
As it flickered on, the fear disappeared. I realized I was drenched in a cold sweat. I gazed around my room and saw my desk, my side table, dresser, and book shelf. "See nothing's there," I told myself firmly. Nevertheless, I still shuddered and snuggled deeper into my covers, flipped from side to side for a bit, and finally, hesitantly, turned off my lamp.
The thing of fear pounced on me, for a third time, more violent and powerful then before. The wind in the backyard was wailing its haunting song. "It wants me," I thought, in panic, "It wants me. It wants to own me, to control me. It's evil. It's Dark……."
I thrashed in my covers, gasping for air, when suddenly I let out a cry. I had thought it was merely a groan, but when I heard foot steps, from what seemed like a far distance away in my subconscious, I realized it must have been a shriek.
"Hilary, Hilary!" said a voice from far away. "Wake up you're having a bad dream." I struggled to the voice. When I opened my eyes, I saw my dad's concerned face.
"Oh, Daddy," I said, shaking, the fear finally leaving me and my room. I began to sob. "It was awful!"
"It's okay, I'm here," he said, patting me on the back. "Why don't you come sleep on our couch?" It wasn't really a couch, more like a long chair. I nodded my head, still sniffling, and gathered my stuffed dog and blanket. I than quickly followed my dad to the room that he shared with mom. I collapsed on the chair, made sure I was covered with my blanket.
The creature didn't pounce on me.
I sighed contentedly. The wind had suddenly stopped, the house lay silent and still, as I drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Sorry it's so dark in the beginning, I grantee, the next one is not as dark.