A/N- So originally, this story was written for an English assignment. It was a 12 page short story, so i dedcided that i would break it up into chapters. This is my first fanfic type story written and posted. Im extremely nervous and embarassed to have it out for everyone to read _ .

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~No Sympathy ^__^


I've heard of the rumors about the Darkest Hour. I never thought they were true. It was just one of those dumb chain letters that floated around the internet to scare gullible teens. But that's what everyone thought. The story of the Darkest Hour was so outrageously ridiculous. Maybe if I knew that the rumors were actually true, I wouldn't have fallen asleep that one night.

My name is Kayla Carson and I'm seventeen years old. My life has been nothing but pure torture. My parents don't care about me and I have no friends. But weirdly enough, being left in this state of solitude is what led me to writing, my passion. Everyone knows that I love writing stories, and horror stories at that. That's why everyone blames my overactive imagination when I try to tell them about that night.

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I closed my textbook and looked out the library window. The sun was below the horizon, while the moon began to overtake the sky. Twilight. My favorite time of day where the sky was painted bright colors of purple and pink. I packed up my homework and walked home. I unlocked the front door and pushed it open. I strolled into the living room finding my parents watching television.

"I'm home," I spoke apathetically. My parents grunted telling me that they actually acknowledged I was there. "There's a plate of food in the microwave," my 'loving' mother said to me while waving her hand at me, motioning for me to leave.

Three years ago, back when I was still in junior high, my friends that were in high school took me to a party. Surprisingly, the only alcohol that was at the party, was the stuff that my friends brought and convinced me to drink. Six beers later, I was totally wasted and being driven home by the cops after they broke up the party. Not only were my parents extremely mad and disappointed, but then the gossip started around the neighborhood. My parents' image was the most important thing to them, and their daughter being brought home by the cops may have slightly ruined their reputation of having the perfect little family that everyone else envied. That's when they started acting like I didn't exist.

I went to the kitchen and heated up the plate of food that sat in the microwave. After the timer went off, I grabbed my plate and a fork. I started heading up the stairs when I heard my mother say something to my dad.

" That daughter of yours better not have been out getting into more trouble again. Do you know what the neighbors would say about me?" I shook my head and rolled my eyes. When I got into my room, I laid on my bed eating my dinner while writing in my journal. When I finished, I set my plate on my desk and looked at my clock. I groaned when I saw that it was only 9:37. There was nothing to do, so I finally gave in and started getting ready for bed. After taking a quick shower, I slipped on my pajamas and brushed my teeth and hair.

I slowly walked back into my bedroom and crawled into bed. I reached over to my end table and switch on my night light. Yes, I was afraid of the dark. I pulled the heavy comforter up to my chin. My eyes fluttered shut as sleep began to take over. I slowly started to fall into unconsciousness. I sank deeper into my mattress., letting the darkness of slumber take over my mind.

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BOOM! I abruptly jolted up from my fetal position on my bed. Quickly looking around my room in the dim light, searching for the source of the loud noise. I rubbed my eyes and lazily crept out of bed. I walked over to my light switch and flipped it on. There was nothing out of the ordinary in my bedroom. "Maybe it was mom and dad downstairs" I thought to myself. I opened my bedroom door, switched on the hall light and looked down the stairs. All the lights were turned off downstairs and it was completely silent. My parents were probably already asleep in there room.

I walked to the bathroom and switched on the light. I mentally laughed at myself when I noticed that I had almost every light turned on upstairs. I sure felt pathetic. I walked over to the sink and started to run some warm water. I splashed my face with it and began to grab for a towel. In the corner of my eye I saw a reflection in the mirror of someone wearing black standing behind me. I gasped and instantly whipped around. I sighed in relief when I saw that no one was there. I hurried and dried my face off. Unable to rid of my paranoia, I walked to the bathroom door and poked my head out looking around the hallway. I put my hand on the bathroom's light switch. Taking deep breaths, I started to count in my head. When I reached three, I turned off the light switch and sprinted to my bedroom throwing my door shut. I started to lean against my door for support when I saw something. I caught a glimpse of something sitting on my bed. When I blinked and looked again, there was nothing there. "What is wrong with my mind?!" I thought to myself. I groaned and sauntered to my window. I pulled back the curtains and opened the window, hoping that the fresh air would help. I leaned on the window sill and looked up at the sky.

A thick fog lingered around everything. The street lights were failing to penetrate through the ominous clouds. I squinted my eyes, trying to identify objects. I could make out some cars, a bush, and a mailbox. I suddenly flinched. There was a person in a black hooded cloak standing by the mailbox, watching me. The light lit up the persons face enough for me to see that it was a man. He was extremely pale. His eyes were blood red and his lips were slightly blue. His lips were moving…as if he was chanting something.

Frozen in my spot, I just stared at him. He began walking closer to my house, just watching me. I closed my window and locked it. I took a deep, shaky breath and started rubbing my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I fell to the floor; a blood curdling scream escaping my lips. The man was in front of my window with his nose and hands pressed against it. I frantically slid backwards until my back hit a wall. He eyes held anger as he glared at me. He continued to mutter words I could not hear. He started to curl his fingers causing his yellow claw-like nails to scrape against the window, causing a screeching noise. I covered my ears screaming, when everything went black as I fainted from fear.


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