1 SCREAMS IN THE DARK  

jasonabadboy4u 29M
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6/11/2006 4:01 am

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1 SCREAMS IN THE DARK

1 SCREAMS IN THE DARK
She was my best friend. But I try never to think about her. It's only on certain nights, when I'm all alone in my room, that I remember...
It was last year when my best friend asked me to stay at her house overnight. She lived in a big, gloomy house set way back in the woods far from the road. And she didn't want to be alone there at night. Her parents had gone out that evening and wouldn't be back until the next afternoon. My friend said we could have a really good time without her parents around. So I decided to stay the night. We watched TV and ate popcorn in the living room until late at night. When we got tired we turned it off. We hadn't noticed it before, but now the downstairs seemed too big, and almost sinister looking. We started to go upstairs. Then all of a sudden, we both ran up the steps to my friend's room as if something was coming up from behind us. After we closed the door, we laughed at ourselves. But neither one of us wanted to leave the safety of the room again. We sat on her bed and started to talk awhile. That's when we first heard the noise. It sounded like somebody sharpening a knife against stone. We both stopped talking and stared at each other, feeling really scared inside. For a while there was only silence in the room. Suddenly, my friend started to laugh. She said she had heard a sound like that in her house before. She said it was probably the shutters or something. That made me feel better and we started to talk again. Then we heard it again! SCRRITCH. SCRRITCH. The sound made my head hurt as if somebody's fingernails were scratching on a chalkboard. But this sound was much worse. It shrieked up from the dark, lonely rooms below us. SCRRITCH. My friend got a horrible look in her eyes, as though something horrible had come into her head. Before I could catch her, she ran out of the room, slamming the door shut and flicking off the light switch. Ignoring my pleas not to go downstairs. Leaving me alone in absolute darkness. I heard her footsteps as she ran down the first flight of stairs, and then stop. I sat in the dark, sick with fright. I called out my friend's name but my voice was greeted by only cold silence. I didn't want to stay in the dark room alone, but even more I didn't want to go out into that other more forbidding darkness. SCRRAITCH. I heard it again, that disgusting sound. Then I heard my friend's footsteps. Moving down the next and final flight of stairs. She went more slowly, as if she really didn't want to. I heard her reach the bottom. I waited in the room, wondering what my friend was doing. I told myself she must be all right. You see, the noise had stopped right after I heard her reach the bottom of the stairs. It didn't come after that. My friend probably had just fixed the shutter, or whatever was making that horrible screeching noise. Maybe she had known for sure about that all the time. She had just acted strangely to scare me. Maybe she was sitting on the steps now, laughing at me. I got up and started toward the door to turn the light on. But a feeling of fear swept over me that held me back like a hand against my throat. I decided I would wait where I was for my friend to return. I would wait here until her parent's returned, if necessary. Nothing could make me leave my secure darkness for that darker unknown outside the room. Time passed. My ears strained for any sound and my nerves tingled at imagined shadows. Then I heard a slow, shuffling noise on the bottom step. Was it my friend? It had to be. Yet the footsteps seemed to heavy, too deliberate. My heart began to pound and for a moment I lost control of my mind. It flew to the most horrible corners of my imagination and I shivered with terror. I decided If it was my friend I would get her back, for playing this awful trick on me. And if it wasn't, well there was nothing I could do...The shuffling footsteps had reached the second flight of stairs. I coward back toward the back board of the bed in terror. I felt the skin crawl on the back of my neck as the footsteps reached the top of the stairs and moved slowly down the hall towards the room I was in. My eyes forced wide awaken a panic state of shocked horror, as the door creaked slightly as it swung open. I Stared at the dark figure looming in the doorway. I forced my feet to take the steeps needed to walk up to the shadow figure before me. I reached out my arms and hoped. My hands reached around and felt the familiar figure of my friend, and my own body drained with relief. I moved my hands up to touch my friend's face. I was so happy; I no longer wanted to scare her. Around her nightgown collar I felt something warm and wet. As my fingers moved up there was nothing. Only the bloody stump where my friend's head had been. I SCREAMED.


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