Post by silent.lullaby on May 24, 2009 0:54:23 GMT -5
paiige102 from Quizilla asked me to give her a prompt of sorts, I came up with this:(Name) got out of bed slowly, rubbing the back of his/her neck. What had been that noise? Kicking off the blankets, he/she looked out the window. The rain was coming down and hitting the window, but surely that wasn’t the noise he/she had heard. The cold made her/him shiver. Had the noise come from in the house. Panic rose in his/her throat, he/she knew he/she wouldn’t be able to sleep with out checking the house out and making sure the doors were locked. With a sigh he/she opened the door slowly taking a peek out into the hallway. I decided to finish it too since I was bored.
Celeste got out of bed slowly, rubbing the back of her neck. What had been that noise? Kicking off the blankets, she looked out the window. The rain was coming down and hitting the glass, but surely that wasn’t the noise she had heard. The cold made her shiver. Had the noise come from in the house? Panic rose in her throat, she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep with out checking the house out and making sure the doors were locked. With a sigh she opened the door slowly taking a peek out into the hallway.
The only light came from the nightlight at the end of the hall and it just made everything look eerie. Pursing her lips tightly together she stepped out of her room, her short choppy blond hair tickled the back of her neck making her skin crawl. Placing her hand on the wall she slowly walked down the hallway and the set of stairs that brought her down from the line of bedrooms to the ground floor.
She felt for the light panel and when she finally found it she pressed one of the large button switches. She looked over her shoulder but the light for the large kitchen didn’t come on. She tried the next button for the dining room, and the next on the panel for the den. None of which worked. A crackle of thunder shattered the silence and she jumped.
Giving a nervous laugh, Celeste placed a hand over her hammering heart. Lightning lit up the room in a brilliant flash before it was gone. The storm had gotten the better of her, her fear of storms still had her at age sixteen. Frowning she walked into the large kitchen slowly placing her hands out in front of her, she felt the cool metal of the oven and slid over still feeling, her hand slipping from the metal to the wood counter top. Reaching down she found the handle for the drawer and gave it a pull. Like everything in the old house it screeched with protest. Letting it go she felt around till her hand went over the plastic grip of the flash light.
Pushing the switch up the small bulb lit up. Celeste smiled, the little torch made her feel more at ease. She longed to go to her parents room, like she had when she was a kid, and snuggle into their bed, protected by the two of them. Alas, they were on a business trip in Washington, and she was here, in the middle of no where, in a huge old house, that someone must have died in considering it was over a hundred years old.
Shivering she grabbed her sweater that was draped over the back of a chair in the dining room. Putting her arms in the sleeves she felt a little warmer, though she wished she’d picked out pajamas pants rather than shorts. After checking out the entire ground floor, she went to the front door and checked the deadbolt which was firmly in place.
Hearing footsteps, she whirled around her flashlight illuminating as she turned, but saw nothing. Nervous laughter bubbled up her throat. The storm is just screwing with you, she thought as she walked to the stairs, and once you look in the basement and find nothing, you can go back to bed and put on some headphones to block out the storm and get a good nights sleep.
The stairs protested under her, not like she was heavy, the stairs were just old. Grabbing the banister she crouched and swung the light beam over boxes they had never unpacked since moving here, stuff they didn’t want any more and were waiting to have a yard sale, a book case filled with dusty paperbacks. “See, nothing,” she comforted herself with her own voice.
Her mother had done this with her before, when she was younger. Her mother would take her through the house, peeking under the beds, into the closets, showing her there was nothing there. Nothing to be afraid of.
She walked back up the stairs and shut the door and jumped as thunder destroyed the silence of the old manor. Celeste walked back to the stairs with quick tiny steps and took the stairs two at a time. Back in her room, whipped around and shut the door, and for good measure she put her desk chair under the knob and took a step back. “How silly,” she muttered to herself. Most sixteen year olds would have a party, or at least a sleep over with her friends if the parents were out of town, they were that mature, or rebellious. Celeste felt embarrassed, sixteen and still afraid to be home alone.
Shaking her head she let the sweater fall from her shoulders, her arms getting cold since her tank didn’t cover them like it did her torso. Turning around she let out a scream. Someone was sitting on her bed, unmoving, blanketed in shadows. She went to turn but the man was incredibly fast and grabbed her arms holding her still. Hyperventilating she looked up, and when lightning lit up her room, for just that second, she swore she saw fangs.
Celeste got out of bed slowly, rubbing the back of her neck. What had been that noise? Kicking off the blankets, she looked out the window. The rain was coming down and hitting the glass, but surely that wasn’t the noise she had heard. The cold made her shiver. Had the noise come from in the house? Panic rose in her throat, she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep with out checking the house out and making sure the doors were locked. With a sigh she opened the door slowly taking a peek out into the hallway.
The only light came from the nightlight at the end of the hall and it just made everything look eerie. Pursing her lips tightly together she stepped out of her room, her short choppy blond hair tickled the back of her neck making her skin crawl. Placing her hand on the wall she slowly walked down the hallway and the set of stairs that brought her down from the line of bedrooms to the ground floor.
She felt for the light panel and when she finally found it she pressed one of the large button switches. She looked over her shoulder but the light for the large kitchen didn’t come on. She tried the next button for the dining room, and the next on the panel for the den. None of which worked. A crackle of thunder shattered the silence and she jumped.
Giving a nervous laugh, Celeste placed a hand over her hammering heart. Lightning lit up the room in a brilliant flash before it was gone. The storm had gotten the better of her, her fear of storms still had her at age sixteen. Frowning she walked into the large kitchen slowly placing her hands out in front of her, she felt the cool metal of the oven and slid over still feeling, her hand slipping from the metal to the wood counter top. Reaching down she found the handle for the drawer and gave it a pull. Like everything in the old house it screeched with protest. Letting it go she felt around till her hand went over the plastic grip of the flash light.
Pushing the switch up the small bulb lit up. Celeste smiled, the little torch made her feel more at ease. She longed to go to her parents room, like she had when she was a kid, and snuggle into their bed, protected by the two of them. Alas, they were on a business trip in Washington, and she was here, in the middle of no where, in a huge old house, that someone must have died in considering it was over a hundred years old.
Shivering she grabbed her sweater that was draped over the back of a chair in the dining room. Putting her arms in the sleeves she felt a little warmer, though she wished she’d picked out pajamas pants rather than shorts. After checking out the entire ground floor, she went to the front door and checked the deadbolt which was firmly in place.
Hearing footsteps, she whirled around her flashlight illuminating as she turned, but saw nothing. Nervous laughter bubbled up her throat. The storm is just screwing with you, she thought as she walked to the stairs, and once you look in the basement and find nothing, you can go back to bed and put on some headphones to block out the storm and get a good nights sleep.
The stairs protested under her, not like she was heavy, the stairs were just old. Grabbing the banister she crouched and swung the light beam over boxes they had never unpacked since moving here, stuff they didn’t want any more and were waiting to have a yard sale, a book case filled with dusty paperbacks. “See, nothing,” she comforted herself with her own voice.
Her mother had done this with her before, when she was younger. Her mother would take her through the house, peeking under the beds, into the closets, showing her there was nothing there. Nothing to be afraid of.
She walked back up the stairs and shut the door and jumped as thunder destroyed the silence of the old manor. Celeste walked back to the stairs with quick tiny steps and took the stairs two at a time. Back in her room, whipped around and shut the door, and for good measure she put her desk chair under the knob and took a step back. “How silly,” she muttered to herself. Most sixteen year olds would have a party, or at least a sleep over with her friends if the parents were out of town, they were that mature, or rebellious. Celeste felt embarrassed, sixteen and still afraid to be home alone.
Shaking her head she let the sweater fall from her shoulders, her arms getting cold since her tank didn’t cover them like it did her torso. Turning around she let out a scream. Someone was sitting on her bed, unmoving, blanketed in shadows. She went to turn but the man was incredibly fast and grabbed her arms holding her still. Hyperventilating she looked up, and when lightning lit up her room, for just that second, she swore she saw fangs.