I Should’ve Listened

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πŸ“… Published on July 24, 2012

"I Should've Listened"

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Estimated reading time β€” 2 minutes

I awoke from a deep slumber due to the loud rain ouside. I was used to it though, hell it’s Seattle after all, rain central. I rubbed my eyes and happened to gaze out my curtain-less window just at the moment when a cloaked figure appeared in the middle of the street. I rubbed my eyes again, I was sure I was seeing things. Still, I decided to get a closer look.

I hopped out of my bed and peered through the window. Through the rain drops I could still barely make out the cloaked figure. It was just standing there, not moving at all. I turned away for a second to clean my glasses on my oversized Seattle Mariners jersey, but when I turned back I didn’t see anything. Unfortunately the creepiness didn’t stop there.

There was a loud knocking on the front door. My parents weren’t home since it was a Saturday night and they usually went to dinner and a movie. I walked to the front door and peered through the small peephole. I saw a cloaked figure, just like what I’d seen standing in the rain the night before! I was about to run back to my room when the figure spoke.

β€œYou do not belong here anymore, it is time for you to come home.” The figure banged loudly on the door.

β€œWhat do you want from me,” I shouted.

β€œI need you to come home,” the deep and low voice stated.

β€œGo away you creep,” I shouted. I ran back upstairs as fast as my legs could carry me.

I quickly locked the door to my room and double checked to make sure my bedroom window was locked. Then I hopped into my bed and pulled the covers tightly over me.

The morning light shone through the window. The rain had finally let up and it proved to be a beautiful day outside.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen and found my parents crying at the table.

β€œMom, dad, what happened?!” My cries went unanswered.

I peered over my dad’s shoulder and saw the headline of the article he was reading. It was about me!

β€œSixteen-year-old boy dies in accident due to rain.”

I stumbled backwards and hit something. I turned around and saw the cloaked figure. There was no face, just red, menacing eyes and pale, white skin.

β€œI tried to tell you that you needed to come home last night. You didn’t want to. It’s far too late now,” the voice said.

Just then a hole opened up below me and I fell through. It’s truly a living hell where I’m at now.


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