The watch on my wrist showed eleven forty-five, I think. I'm not sure. I was not able to tell from the little light I was getting behind the thick textile. A shady moonlight coming from the big windows of the church was the only thing that made me able to navigate on this dark, terrifying night. All the candles in the church has gone out.
The stonebrick floor was very cold and the thought of this being the last feeling I would ever feel was terrifying. I want to feel warm and loved, not cold and terrified by the strange …show more content…
I walked up next to her and entered the house. I opened the door slowly and took a step over the door frame.
"Hello, dad?" I screamed into the house. No answer. I walked further into the house with my sister right behind me. The lights were all out. I got a shiver up my spine. We split up and checked the house, but he was not to be found. Where could he be? Outside, in the woods? We walked outside and looked around the house.
We looked in the back side of the garden. All of sudden we heard an engine start. I turned around to the front and was shocked by what I saw. A person sat in my car, driving it away. I ran after the car trying desperately to stop him. I took my phone out from my pocket dialing 911. It didn't answer. I tuned back to my sister and she looked scared.
"Some man just stole your car!" She scremed with a terrified voice.
"I know, somethings not right..." The last part I whispered to