Topic: My New Story, 'The Neighbor"
This isn't the best written story because I wrote it for a friend in high school, but I plan to make this R rated, this is just the 11th grade version of the story. Hope you like.
"Jeff, come downstairs right now" my mom screams at me. This is the first time my parents are leaving me home alone. We live in a pretty huge house in the good part of town. Three floors and lots of room to do a lot of things. I mostly hang out on the main floor and play video games with my friends. Sometimes we go outside where I have a basketball hoop and an in ground swimming pool. As my parents leave, I tell them goodbye and I am now all alone in this huge house, for the first time.
Without my parents here, this house is kind of scary. What is usually a house full of life, noise and lights is now dark, cold and empty. I stay on the main floor so I can play video games online with my friends. I'm not allowed to have anybody over so online gaming is my only option to talk to someone when I'm all alone. Go figure, when I turn on my game system, nobody is online. I guess I'll just have to play my game all by myself.
I have always been a little scared of my house, especially at night. The pipes make creaking noises, branches tap on windows and there always feels like there's a breeze in the house with a mind of its own in that it follows you when you're not expecting it to. As I'm sitting on my couch in the living room, I start to hear some light scratching noises behind me. They sound almost like someone is walking with tap shoes on a sandy floor. I turn around to look but nothing is there. With none of my friends online, I decide I'll just go upstairs, get in bed and read a book I'm reading for school. As I head upstairs, I make sure to leave all the lights on as the house is creepy when it's empty.
I sit down in my bed, turn on my nightstand lamp and open my book where I left off. Then out of the blue, I hear a noise downstairs like someone opened the door and is walking through the house.
I know that isn't my parents because my room is right above the garage and I know when the garage door opens and a car pulls in. Not to mention my parents specifically said they would return no later than tomorrow late afternoon. I stand up and press my ear on the door to listen to hear if anyone, or anything, is there making noise still. Nothing. I figure it's just in my head, turn around and head back to my bed. Then I hear glass shattering. As if someone dropped something. We have no pets so I know it's not a cat or dog getting into something. Now I know I wasn't making that up. I open my bedroom door and slowly head downstairs, scared as can be.
I notice not all the lights are on like I left. Right at the bottom of the stairs, the light there is broken. Maybe the light bulb wasn't screwed in tight enough and it fell out? I step around the broken light bulb to go to the kitchen cabinet to get the broom and dustpan. As I'm in the kitchen, the light turns off and back on three times in a row. By now, my heart is racing. I don't know what is going on, if someone is or isn't in my home and above all, I have a mess to clean up. I'm the kid who neglects to do chores so this is work for me. I shrug it all off as a power fluctuation and go to clean up the broken glass by the stairs.
As I go back into the kitchen, I look out into the living room. We have a half wall between the two just to be able to watch TV when my mom is cooking. I look down, and the TV has turned itself on. Clearly I turned it off and now it's on some random channel I have never watched. I go into the room, turn off the TV and go back into the kitchen to grab a soda from the fridge. Just like that, the TV turns back on when I'm in the fridge. Looking up from the fridge, there is someone standing in front of the tv. This tall and brooding man in full body jean overalls and with a white sack on his face with only one hole in it. Not knowing what to do, I just stand there, frozen in place. He stares at me and I unwillingly stare back.
The man starts to move so out of gut reaction, I quickly move. I run around the kitchen and go back upstairs where I close and lock the door to my bedroom. I can hear his footsteps behind me. Step by step, pounding its way up to me. The footsteps stop once I assume he reaches the top of the stairs and is now right outside my doorway. Nothing. No noise at all. Now, I have seen one too many horror movies to know NOT to look out the door. It's always better to wait. So wait, I did. Minutes pass as I just stand there waiting for this man to burst through the door and kill me. Nothing. I back up towards my window where I could scream outside for help from one of my neighbors. As I'm backing up to the window, I hear a faint noise, almost like a scream coming from outside my door. Backed up against the window, I wonder where that scream came from.
"ARGHHHH!" The man screamed as he burst through my window to grab me. I put up a struggle and was able to make it to the door where I tried for what seemed an eternity to unlock my door and run out. He got up and walked towards me. Just mere feet away from grabbing me, I was able to unlock the door and run out into the hallway where he stood just minutes ago. I run downstairs and without thinking, step in the broken glass that I had missed. I'm wearing socks but still, some got through and cut my right foot pretty badly. Bleeding and limping, I can stop for nothing so I keep running. I hear him coming down the stairs after me so I run to the nearest doorway which happens to lead to the basement.
On a normal day, I wouldn't be caught dead in my basement as it was always full of creepy bugs and strange noises. Before I could close the door the basement, he grabs the door and pushes me and I fall down the stairs. As I finally land at the bottom, I am not knocked out but am certainly in a daze. I don't think my head was bleeding even though it hit the cement floor. As I drearily open my eyes, I can see the man again coming down the stairs after me. I am, no doubt, doomed.
I get up in time to run and go under my stairs where in my basement, you can walk a full 360 degrees, there are no walls. Once the man passes, I make a run for it and sprint up the stairs, closing the basement door behind me. I do a quick run up the hallway to the front door. Unlocking the door, I hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. I make it out the front door, slam it shut and run across the street to my neighbor, Ms. Valehein. I hear my front door open and close behind me, so I know the man is after me. I pound on Ms. Valenhein's door screaming for her to wake up and answer. The porch light switches on and she opens the door.
"Oh thank you, I thought I was a goner" I told her, panting. She closed the door behind me and locked up and asked what was wrong. I looked out her window and no one was there. Either the man gave up or is plotting a way to get into her house.
"Where are your parents, Jeff" she asked me. "Out of town for the weekend, they left me home alone and this guy was chasing me and..."
"Shhh, child, it's alright. Just take a few deep breaths and calm down, I'll go get you a glass of milk." As I sat there, alone in her foyer, I was still very shaken up from everything. She came back with a glass of cold milk and a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies. I smiled as I took one and ate it slowly and sipped the milk. I explained my story to her and she listened quietly for a few minutes, just looking at me.
"You know," she said, "It's funny that you say all this stuff happened to you when just one year ago, that was all happening here. In fact, it was one year to the day that a man came into my house and murdered my husband in cold blood." Her voice started getting raspier and meaner. "It's snotty nosed brats like you that bring people like that into this world. Unable to defend yourself and hoping every person you see will protect you. Well, child, that's no longer the case." She stood up and grabbed my throat, choking me. I wiggled free and ran into the other room. On the dining room table, there was a bloody set of familiar keys. Those were my parents keys. What were they doing here and why are they covered in blood?
"Oh, I don't think your parents made it to their weekend getaway" she snarled at me. At a standoff at the table, I was able to again run past her, this time entering the kitchen. I have to find a knife. I found a knife block on the counter but right next to it was a white sack with a hole in the eye. Could it be?
"Found my secret, eh? It dies with you!" she yelled as she ran after me, this time with a huge knife in her hand. I was able to dodge the inital attack but she cut me in the arm as I was diving out of the way. We got into a hand to hand struggle and she suddenly started gasping for air. She pulls up her hands and they're covered in blood. Looks like she walked into my knife. She fell to the ground in a pool of blood and I went to sit down at the table.
Exhausted from all that happened, I grabbed her cordless phone and called 911. They said they were on their way and to hold tight and not to touch anything. About 10 minutes later the police arrived. As they walked in, they put a blanket over me and walked me outside to the ambulance to get my arm looked at. As we were walking, Ms. Valenhein grabbed me and put a knife to my throat.
"This ends here" she said. Just like that, a gunshot went off and down she went. The police officer just saved my life. Heart racing now faster than ever, he grabbed my arm, said I'm safe now and guided me to sit down in the ambulance. I heard him talking to the other cop that they found two more bodies in the bedroom that looked like my parents. I had lived through this nightmare, but my parents did not.