I walked into the building, filled of shock with what had happened that night. I thought maybe nobody saw what i did, maybe nobody heard what i did. But then, suddenly a police officer approached to me and said "put YOUR HANDS UP!"The silence was deafening, I started to feel scared and the police officer approached me and said, "Why did you kill someone innocent?" I didn't answer, all i said was "I did it for a reason."
Another made up story
My mother and father had just left the house to go to the movies.I was baby-sitting my two little brothers, when the doorbell rang. I knew that I shouldn't answer the door for obvious reasons, but something drew me to open it. I saw a man at the door and I said, "Can I help you?" He looked at me and stared, as if he didn't hear me the first time. I repeated myself several times, but he just stared. I remembered that he might be deaf, and taking three years of sign language, I signed 'Can I help you?' He nodded, heavily and then pushed me aside and stepped in. I signed 'Do I know you? Do my parents know you?' He nodded again. And then stared at the back wall with the picture of a strange figure that came with the house. He automatically sat at the kitchen table, like he knew where everything was in the house. I asked him what his name was and he shook his head no. I asked him again and he shook his head no, more seriously this time. I started to get scared for myself and my two little brothers in the house. I told him to wait there and I would be back later. I ran into the next room and picked up the phone to call the police. But when I picked up the phone, I didn't hear a dial tone; I heard breathing ... deep breathing. I hung up the phone and stared into the kitchen. The man was still sitting there, he hadn't moved. I called the kids upstairs and I locked them in my room so he wouldn't hurt them or whatever he planned to do. Then I ran into my parents room to get the cordless phone, so I could peek into the kitchen to see if he picked up the phone. When I went downstairs, I looked into the kitchen. 'Good,' I thought. 'He's still sitting down. Now I can call.' But when I clicked the phone, I heard breathing, even though he was sitting down. I screamed and hid behind the wall. I didn't like this. When I looked to see if he heard me I screamed so loud that even a deaf man could hear me but then, he was gone. I don't know what happened, but when I looked at the picture on the wall, there was the man; he was staring at me and occasionally he would blink.I told my parents and they didn't see the man there. Only I could see him. I don't know why, but I am never alone anymore. |
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