“I was walking home on a shadowy and treacherous night. The wind started to pick up and wind chimes on neighboring houses rang so frantically it sounded as if they were an alarm call. Traveling down the street, I stopped. I had decided to take the fast route, so I turned to the left, which lead me to a tortuous gravel road, surrounded by a misty forest. I stopped once more, pondering if this was the right decision. I’d only taken this path twice before in broad daylight. Thunder cracked, and I made my decision…I was taking the fast route. I followed it and came to a fork in the road, both leading into the depths of a murky trail. I knew that one path would take me to my safe house, but the other would take me into an area of doom. I took the right path, and immediately I was plagued with uncertainty. Nothing looked familiar, but of course, it was pitch-black, so how would I know? I…show more content… I started frantically banging on the door, and a mother quickly opened the door, exclaiming, “Oh goodness! What are you doing out in the rain? Where are…”
I interrupted, “You have to call the police.”
“What? Why? What’s wrong?! Are you hurt?”
Tears streamed down my face as I wailed, “There was some demonic thing following me in the woods.”
“Oh, nonsense! Monsters aren’t real! “Come inside. Let me go get the phone from the kitchen and you can call someone, dear.”
I entered a cream colored mudroom embroidered with dark grey dots. Then, a little boy came in questioning who was banging on the door.
I shuffled towards him and whispered, Monsters are real.”
“What?” He said while he tilted his head slightly in confusion, “Monsters aren’t real.”
The mother returned with the phone, handed it to me, and I dialed my parent’s number. I held it up to my ear, but I didn’t hear ringing, I heard static. With the blink of an eye, all of the lights flickered, the whole house started to shake, and then the lights blinked
