Creative Writing

Home alone

"Wake up, Steve. We are leaving." Steve opened his eyes and looked at his mother and his father. "We have to go right now," his mother went on. "We will miss the plane. I will miss you," with that word she went out of the front door with his father. He was alone. "There's nothing to do except to sleep," he said and went to sleep. After a few hour later Steve woke up. It was dark and raining hard. He was hungry so he got out of bed and made himself some breakfast and went to sleep about at 2:00. Steve woke up again and ate some lunch and went to his friend's house. When he was walking he saw a old doll. He picked the doll up and looked at it closely. It had an evil smile and he's eyes were gray and pale. He took the doll home and put it on the carpet and went to his friend's house. When it was 7:00 he returned to his home and went to his bed but he could not get to sleep so at 12:10 he went down to get a glass of water but he noticed something strange. The doll was gone from the carpet. Just then he heard a sound coming from the kitchen. He tiptoed to the kitchen door and saw the doll holding a big knife and he was staring at Steve.

 

Steve ran as fast as he could. When he looked behind he saw the doll chasing Steve. He ran into a bedroom and locked the door. For a second it was quiet. Steve saw the door handle rattling. Steve ran and went under the bed. There was a flash of thunder and Steve heard the blade of the knife slashing the door. All night he heard that slashing sound and he was shaking all the time. Finally morning came and as the sun came up the slashing stopped at once and there was a clunking noise.

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