Serial Killers-Personal Narrative

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My blood ran cold as the sound grew louder. The fearsome thump grew more frequent, echoing through the hallway. It can’t be mum. It’s too early she only just left. The harrowing knocks kept coming as I sat on my couch glaring at the sight of my possible demise.
It was the usual Friday night routine. My mum working at her job leaving the whole house to me. I was just relaxing in the living room, watching the news.
“Reports have come in of several murders that have taken place across London. All victims of the attacks have been found dead and left skinless. The serial killer has still not been taken into custody or identified so please take caution. We recommend that you stay indoors and be careful to who you open your doors to.”
Right as the report ended I could hear the sound. The sound that sent chills through my nerves. The room went cold. My eyes widen and my senses grew stronger than they had ever been before. My ears keep picking up the terrifying noises that haunt me. My eyes stay peeled down the hallway as I gently get off my couch. I can see the door and unclear image of what lies behind it. As I start moving forward bit by bit as the second hand on the clock makes leaps of five, the figure behind the glass pane of the door gets clearer. The dark figure stands out vividly against the cloudy evening sky …show more content…

Sounds of fumbling. Sounds of doors opening. I breathed in deeply and slowly made my way towards the stairs. The sounds started getting louder and louder! Fearfully I walked up the stairs wondering what I should do. Once I reached the top of the stairs, the sounds were at their loudest. I searched for where these noises were coming from, only to find they came from my own room. I frightfully looked at the door trying to picture what waits for me on the other side. As I moved towards the door, the sounds got quieter and quieter. All the fumbling ended. Soon all I heard was the sound of my deep heavy

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