My heart seemed to be beating so fast, it skipped a couple of beats.
There were a group of strange people. Either Halloween had come early this year, or my mom lied to me about monsters not being real when I was a kid.
There was a talking doll, a clown with red hair, a lepercaun, a demonic looking man, a man with pins in his head, some kind of creature in a trench coat, a man with a hook for a hand, a normal looking man in a blue turtleneck, a very burnt man with a hat and a red and green sweater, another man with a chainsaw, a man with a hockey mask on, a man with a white mask on in a blue jumper, and a man dressed in black with a long white face.
All of them had some kind of weapon, except for the man in the sweater, I don't know, my view of him isn't exactly the best. The man with the pins tossed the picture frame back into the ripped open cardboard box. "Time to meet the family."
Chuckled the doll. Suddenly, the creature in the trench coat sniffed heavily at the air. Everybody looked at him.
"What do you smell, Creeper?"
Asked the doll, looking up at him. The creature sighed in pleasure, almost enjoying the aroma he took in that noone else did.
"Something...Delicious."
His eyelids fluttered wildly in my direction. I ducked out of view, and finally took the hint that I need to get the Hell out of here. A series of snickers and chuckles replied back to him. I tip toed to my room as quickly as I could, and stumbled within my panic. One of the floorboards creaked loudly.
"Fuck!"
I cursed softly to myself.
"What was that?"
One of the intruders asked, as I heard the sound of multiple feet shuffling. I edged myself into the door, and closed it, just as I heard a long and eerie creak. I looked around my room in a panic. I had to hide, and I had to hide, NOW! Looking around, I tried to think of places not so conveinant. The closet seemed like a way too easy guess. The curtains were a dumb idea, they would be able to see my feet poking out. I looked around again, hearing footsteps coming towards my room, and saw my bed.
Of course! I could hide under there!
I quickly got on my stomache, and crawled under the bed. My foot hid itself just as my door was slowly pushed open. I covered my mouth with my hand, not wanting to breathe too much. I made sure I stayed in shadow, so they wouldn't see me.
"Another empty bed. Maybe they're not here."
Said the voice that belonged to the man in the turtleneck.
"No, if it were empty, then the sheets would be made. Parents hate that shit."
Said the doll, walking in, too. I could see up to his waist, and I moved back a bit further into dark shadow.
"Teenagers are messy, you should know that."
Reasoned the deep and raspy voice, chuckling. I could see the bottom of a swinging trench coat come into the room.
"She's here. I can literally taste her scent."
The man with the sweater turned to the guy in the coat, called, Creeper.
"She?"
He inquired, almost sounding curiously gleeful.
"Yes,"
He sniffed the air again.
"About eighteen, maybe seventeen."
A wave of chills attacked my spine. He was close. I was actually sixteen.
"That would explain the creaking floorboard from earlier."
Mused the man in the turtleneck. Creeper went over to my closet, and jerked open the door. I could see him searching for a frightened human in there, but failed to find anything. The man in the turtleneck went over to my window, looking behind the curtains.
"Nothing here, either."
A sudden cackle seemed to rip the atmosphere apart, as the man with the sweater stopped infront of where I was hiding.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are,"
He mocked, darkly. My breath caught in my throat, and I stopped breathing for a moment.
Please, God, don't let them find me.
I pleaded, staring at his boots. He got on his knees and started to lean down to peek under the bed.
NO!
I screamed inside of my head, desperate. I shut my eyes tight, and waited to be caught red handed.
"Come on, guys. There's nothing here."
I opened one eye, to see the burnt man stop in place, and raise back up to his feet.
"How, disappointing."
Snickered the man in the red and green sweater. I opened my other eye, as I saw them walk single file out of my room.
"I know I smelled her."
Growled Creeper. The doll looked back at him.
"Yeah, well, your nose has gone to shit."
With that, they swung the door shut, vanishing from my sight. My chest was heaving and my cold sweat had turned hot. I removed the hand from my mouth, and ever so slowly, crawled out from under my bed. Standing up, I realized that I was trembling, and my hands were shaking badly.
What the fuck am I going to do?
I asked myself, sitting on my bed, head in my hands.