I'm in a writing mood tonight, and since its Halloween, I've decided to post this creepy little story for you! This is only the first chapter, and I'll try and do the second chapter right now or tomorrow. It's not going to be that long though, 3 chapters at the most. Enjoy, and happy wholloween!
Gently I place my pumpkin on my doorstep. The candlelight from within lights the carved outline of a TARDIS, glowing with a sinister tint in the dark of night. Smiling at my creation proudly, I step inside, closing the door. After being outside for those few seconds I come to realise how warm my house is. Trudging through the kitchen, I turn into the living room and slump on the sofa, picking up my remote and pressing the 'play' button. The episode of Doctor Who I'm watching comes back to life, and as I fling my legs onto the sofa my eyes tiredly attempt to concentrate on the TV screen. Without success.
I find that my tiredness is getting the better of me, as I start to lose the battle against my eyelids. Just as they flicker shut, I hear a knock at the door. Damn trick-or-treaters.
Sighing with frustration, I get to my feet and walk briskly towards the front door. Pulling down the handle, I open the door and see the silhouetted figure of a child in a vampire costume, who looked no older than ten.
Then I remembered, I had forgotten to buy any sweets. Silently cursing I stare apologetically at the child.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have any sweets."
For a second, I swear I see the child's eyes glow red, before I close the door and walk back into the living room. Surely it had to be my imagination.
I slump on the sofa and resume watching Doctor Who. Only a few seconds later, the picture on the TV screen gets swallowed into a tiny dot, as the power goes out along with the lights.
"Bloody hell!"
I leap up off the sofa, rummaging around on the table for a torch. Finally my fingers come across one, and wrap around it, pressing the button down. The living room is illuminated by the beam of light as it dances across the walls and occasionally the floor.
"Typical, a power cut on Halloween. Is it a curse or something?" I mumble to myself as I sit back down on the sofa, burying my head in my hands. There I was, watching a nice episode of Doctor Who and the power had to go out.
Then I hear a bang, it seems to be coming from the direction of the kitchen. Can't be anything to worry about, after all, when it's dark your mind plays tricks on you.
But it was when the lights started flickering on and off that my heart began to pound.
Shit.
I peek through the gaps between my fingers, to see the lights still flickering. Please don't say that my house is turning out to be haunted?
I decide to stay put, it was probably a problem with the power. But on Halloween? Seriously?
Suddenly I hear the creak of a door opening, and ragged breathing coming from behind me. It's pitch black, so I have to use my torch to look behind the sofa to which I see a wooden chest, which I keep my stuff in, lit by the beams of my torch. For a second, I swear I could see something moving.
My breath was quickening as I turned to the double doors, and through the small glass panes I could see a shadow in the kitchen. Surely not. There can't be someone in my house at this time!
As I make my way towards the kitchen, all I can hear is the sinister ticking of the clock in the living room. This has to be a prank.
I peer through the glass panes of the second set of double doors leading to the kitchen, and now I notice that the shadow had moved to the laundry. Slowly it began walking towards me, getting closer. Now the ticking of the clock in the kitchen was having its turn at scaring the shit out of me.
From the laundry I hear a low growling sound, and the door is slowly opening. It has to be a robber. No one else. My breath speeds up as my heart pounds in my chest. I search around me for the nearest item that I can use as defence. The under-stairs cupboard catches my eye and moving the hoover out of the way, I rummage inside, and find a cricket bat. Brandishing it, I walk back towards the doors of the kitchen and slowly open one, walking through.
The growling noise has now changed into the angered growling of something along the lines of a zombie. I shook with fear, adrenaline pumping through my body as the laundry door slowly opened. Out stepped the shadowy figure of a person, taller than me, with tattered, blood-stained clothes caked in dirt. When its face came into view, I screamed, jumping back. Scars covered its cheeks, its hair was messy with the occasional leaf poking out.
This had to be a trick-or-treater, but whoever they were, they were taking this slightly too far. I try to hold my cricket bat up threateningly, but the 'zombie' doesn't seemed bothered in the slightest.
As the zombie advances on me, I make my decision. I swing the cricket bat at its face, and for a moment it's fazed, and I take that chance to run upstairs, and into my parents' room, to search for the home phone. I was going to call the police.
The torchlight is my only source of light, and it helps me to see as I make my way upstairs, down the short corridor into my parents' room. From behind me I hear footsteps, and a high-pitched squawk. It sounded vaguely like that of a bat.
Hurriedly I pick up the phone, and dial 999. The phone rings in my ear a few times, then cuts out into a crackling sound.
Throwing the phone onto my parents' bed and cursing under my breath, I decide I need to use my mobile. See if that works.
But as I reopen the door back out into the short corridor, in which at the end is my room, I realise there's something standing in my way. It looks like a giant bat from its shadow. It bears it's razor-sharp teeth menacingly, hissing at me. When my torch lights up its face, I let out a piercing scream when I notice the glowing red eyes staring me down.
I leg it into the spare room to the right, slamming the door shut. I'm greeted by darkness, and I light the room with my torch, sitting down on the sofa, letting out a worried sigh. Whatever was happening, I didn't like it one bit.
But then both of the doors to the cupboards slowly open, and I shriek quietly, jumping off the sofa and hiding under the computer desk beside it. Hopefully that should give me some protection.
Out of the doors come two vampires, baring their blood-stained fangs at me, hissing menacingly. This can't be real.
They advance on me, and I come out from under the desk and sit and lean against the wicker basket to the right of it. I can't escape. I'll just have to hope its a dream, and when they kill me, I'll wake up and be safe in my bed.
Thing is, it isn't a dream. And that's the problem.
Thrum thrum. Thrum thrum. Thrum thrum.
My heart is beating wildly in my chest, so hard I think it might escape sooner or later. I scream as from behind the sofa another giant bat flaps out, taking to the air briefly then landing on the carpet, it's red eyes haunting me.
The door to the left opens, revealing two more zombies as they enter the room. Has to be a dream. Has to be.
They're closing me in. I screw my eyes shut, hold the torch tightly to my chest, and wait for the inevitable.
That's when I heard the familiar wheezing sound of the TARDIS.
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