This was originally a project but then I saw the Edgar Allan Poe section and decided to edit and put up on here. Enjoy! (This starts one the third night of the man watching the old man a.k.a the night of his death)
OLD MAN'S P.O.V
"Who's there?!" I called, my voice hoarse, fear already scratching at my chords. I sat there in my bed. My back was straight, my senses keen, my lips not uttering a single sound. I was scared, petrified with fear. The intruder made no sound as well. Both of us, awaiting the other to make the next move.
Five minutes ticked by. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty. A half hour has gone by. Forty. The tension was building, as was my fear. "It's just the wind." I said under my breath. Yes! That's it! I thought to myself. It's just the wind in the chimney. I tried to comfort myself. Tell myself that no one was there. Just the wind.
Oh! But try as I might, comfort myself I could not! I could feel my terror building in my chest, wanting to spew out of my very being. Just to tell the world of my fear.
My fear did not spew. That much, I could control. However, I could not stop the leak. My fear! It leaked out in whimpers. Small, almost soundless whimpers. Whimpers that grew in size and sound, until it became a groan of terror. A groan, I was certain was heard.
No sound came. Nothing acknowledged that they had heard. But someone was watching. I could feel it! Their eyes watching my form, piercing my soul. I needed to get protection. This, I knew. However, as much as I wanted to, as much as I pleaded with myself to snap out of it and get rifle in the corner of this very room, I could not.
My body sat there, a ridged form of the man I am. Suddenly a light blinded my vision. It was coming from an opening somewhere. Somewhere in this room. This I was sure of. Exactly where? That, I never knew. The light stopped on my eye and I squeezed them shut. When I opened them again, the light was gone. I looked around, fear filling my being once more.
Silence…
Suddenly, the light came into my room one more. I stifled a shriek as I looked over to see the horrid face of a man. His forehead raised high, his hair sticking out everywhere and his features contorted in what seemed to be pure hatred.
We stared at each other. My terrified blue eyes staring into his hate filled brown ones. He seemed to be staring at something. Something on my face. I blinked slowly.
When my eyes opened again, he let out a banshee like screech and lunged at my still form. I fell off the bed in my attempt to escape his fury. I simply laid there. I laid there on the hardwood floor of my room. I curled into myself, terrified of the man. I hoped and prayed he would not see me, that he would go away. Though in my heart, I knew there was no such luck.
The intruder then showed incredible strength as he lifted my bed high above my head. He then smashed one of the feet into my head. The pain was unbearable, the sound of my skull being crushed barely reaching my ears. I would have screamed out in terror and pain. But I never had the chance to. Because then, everything went black.
Sheesh, I need to pick a wirting style.