Hey guys, this is my first story for Fanfiction and I'm not really sure how it's going to turn out, but I hope you LOVE it! xoxox Lillian
Prologue
I was wide awake. Everything in the room was still black and I was sure I had been dreaming of exactly this moment, only with someone standing by the bed. Sam had his arms wrapped around my waist and his face was finally peaceful in sleep. "Sam?" I whispered, I was starting to go into a panic. From beside me, I heard Sam make a low-pitched sleep sound. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, wary. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness I could see the door, creaking open like someone was about to burst in. I heard a sound.
It wasn't a crash. It was an interrupted crash, like something was falling and being caught. I held my breath, my heart beating frantically against my chest. It was coming from somewhere downstairs. "Sam, wake up," I said urgently, shaking his shoulder. His eyes flew open and he shot up from his spot on the bed. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? What's going on? What time is it? Are you hurt? Are you alright?" his voice was desperate and protective. I sighed in relief and reached forward to hug him, I was scared. "There's something downstairs," my voice was barely audible, if he were human, he wouldn't have heard it. Another muffled scrape seemed to confirm my assessment. Sam leaped from the bed and crept cautiously to the bedroom door. He gestured for me to follow him. I tumbled towards him and slammed into his back. He turned his head to smile at me, grabbing my hand. Sam led the way down the stairs and then to the hall, so it was me who first saw two dark figures emerging from the hallway to the downstairs bedroom. I squealed and turned to run, but Sam caught me. "It's just Paul and Jared," he was holding back laughter. I grimaced and blushed. How embarrassing. Paul's hair was crazy. It looked like he had been dragged through a hedge backwards, I never thought he spent any time on it but apparently this is what it normally looked like. It was my turn to hold back laughter. They both only wore sweatpants. They looked more annoyed than alarmed.
In a low voice that was thick with sleep, Jared said, "what the hell?'
The four of us stood there, a bare footed posse and listened for another few minutes. There was nothing. Sam rubbed a hand through his hair. Paul held a finger to his lips and pointed through the window and I saw a shadowy figure creeping towards the woods. I held my breath and tensed. Jared armed himself with a broom from beside the fridge. I opted for a knife from the wooden block on the counter. Sam and Paul gave us bemused looks and went empty handed.
The front door was open and my breathing hitched. Had it been in here? I took a deep steadying breath and closed my eyes, chanting to myself. This is just a dream…this is just a dream….this is just a dream…..But when I reopened my eyes it was clear to me that it wasn't 'just a dream'….Oh My God!
We stood by the door, waiting for another sign or noise. Jared looked at me and raised his eyebrows and I reached to hit the front porch light. Jared, Paul and Sam walked out of the house, leaving me by myself. I was so scared that I started trembling, I took another big deep breath and Sam looked over at me, smiling reassuringly. I nodded and gripped the knife tighter.
"Well there's nothing here," Paul said tiredly, rubbing his eyes. I looked over at the shadowy figure, it was still there. I blinked, was I seeing things now? "It could be a racoon?" Jared suggested, I grinned. "It could be rabid baby killer," Paul told me primly. "Shut up," Sam said sternly, still peering into the darkness. I felt a sudden wind brush up against my face and I tensed. The boys all let out simultaneous growls and then suddenly someone was right in front of me. It didn't take me long to see his blood red eyes peeking at me from behind a long front fringe. It smiled at me and I screamed.
So what do you think? Please review, it would be great to know what you think of this story.
Thank-you
Lillian xoxox