Realistic Horror Story
Arthur has always been very independent. He doesn't like being told what to do. He's thirteen and not a baby.
"Hey Buster!" he called.
"Hi Arthur!" the rabbit replied.
Buster and Arthur had been friends since they were practically toddlers. Nothing separated them.
Francine walked by. Ever since middle school started, Arthur couldn't keep her eyes off of her. She was getting her womanly figure. She was gorgeous.
"Are you staring at Francine again?" Buster said sharply.
"N-no."
"Yes you were."
They started walking.
"What's the deal?" Arthur asked, "So what if I stared at Francine? She's beautiful."
"Right. I just don't trust her. She was really mean to us in third grade."
"I don't know…I think she's like that now. That was a long time ago."
"I'm telling you Arthur, she's bad news."
Suddenly, Buster walked ahead of him and didn't say a word. What was his problem?
The next afternoon, Arthur came home to an empty house. DW was still at school, his dad was at work, and his mom was at an appointment.
He reached his room, opened it and screamed.
Someone had written on his wall. In blood.
Stay away or you're dead.
Arthur gasped. Who would do such a thing? How did this person get in? Someone was going to kill him. What should he do? Call the police?
No. He had to do this himself. The police and his parents shouldn't know. His parents would worry. They would never leave him alone. He wouldn't be independent. He decided to check the house himself to make sure no one was still in the house.
He opened the closet. No one. He looked under his bed and…
HE DIED. ARTHUR DIED. BUSTER WAS WAITING FOR HIM. HE IMMEIDATELY GRABBED ARTHUR AND KILLED HIM.
LESSON: CALL THE FREAKING POLICE WHEN YOU THINK SOMEONE IS GOING TO FREAKING KILL YOU.
A/N: This story is based off of an R.L. Stine excerpt. Sadly, the characters actually did check every room and didn't call the police. They were fine. I just thought I would share with you what would have actually happened.