Darkness

• Oscar Clarke, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2015

“That’s it; you’re not going to the movies. You’re staying home,” my Father thundered.

“Alright,” I mumbled.

It was Friday night and about 3 seconds ago I was going to the movies tomorrow. But now I am staying home by myself.

It’s Saturday night and Mum, Dad and Emma have just gone to the movies. So here I am, home alone. Suddenly I heard a creaking noise. That was strange because our house is new and shouldn’t be creaking. I switched on the TV to drown out the creaking. But all that was on was a horror movie. I switched the TV off!

Then the kitchen light switched on. Then off, on, off, on, off, on.

“Who’s th-there?” I stammered.

Nobody replied. The light just kept switching on, off, on, off.

Then the doorbell rang!

“Coming,” I yelled. Then I opened the door, but there was no one there.

“Hello,” I called into the night, but there was no reply. Suddenly a bat flew in into the house.

“AHHHHHH,” I screamed as the bat tore at my hair.

“Out…Out!” I yelled and it flew out of an open window.

Then the light that was still flashing on, off, on, off turned off completely! I walked over to turn it on (tumbling into a chair as I went), but it didn’t work.

“That’s funny,” I thought, “I didn’t see anyone fixing the electricity lines on the street”.

Suddenly the creaking noise stopped and it was replaced with a low howl.

“Werewolves,” I though.

It was the first thing that came to my head.

“You’re being silly,” I told myself. “You’re over-reacting”.

I decided to go to bed. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and I heard a noise like a tap running.
DRIP…DRIP…DRIP…DRIP…

I tried to ignore it, but it just got louder. I tried really hard to get to sleep! I finally dozed off and I had a dream.

In the dream I got out of bed, walked down the stairs and walked out the door. I jumped down dingo-like I wanted go back and hop into bed under the warm blankets but I couldn’t control myself I saw a fox it had a white spot under its eye suddenly I felt hungry for a taste of blood I lunged for the fox sinking my teeth into its flesh.

I woke up drenched in sweat. It was morning and I opened the closet to find some clothes. There was none in there. Instead there was a dead fox’s body hanging limply from a coat hanger it had a white patch under its eye.

Then I remembered that Mum, Dad and Emma were home.

“Mum,” my voice echoed through the house.

There was no reply. Then the doorbell rang I tried to act like it was normal…probably just the Sunday morning post. But I couldn’t get the picture of the fox’s body out of my head. I slowly opened the floor and let out a petrified SCREAM….