Upon hearing whispering, Elise immediately opened her eyes. Squinting, she notices the red numbers on her alarm clock read 12:04 A.M. Elise holds her stuffed teddy bear Otto, close. The wrinkles on the sides of her eyes straightened with the release of her squint, she lays in bed, in fear; another night, another series of unclaimed whispers. It’s been so many nights now that she can no longer remember the first time she heard these specks of voices. She tossed and turned under the soft blankets of her bed, nestling herself beneath them. Elise laid thinking about where the tiny whispers came from. She had an idea but wasn’t quite sure. A thought surfaced, tell my parents? She asked herself softly. She shook her head violently. No. She couldn’t do that. Even if she …show more content…
He grabbed for his Swiss Army knife out of the nightstand and dropped it into the tiny slit pocket around the waist of the robe. “It’s Wendy, probably another night terror.” Wendy’s mom said. Wendy was sitting up in her bed, slouched. Her forehead was moist with sweat. She was sobbing with her eyes closed and breathing heavily. Her shaking hands covered her ears. “What’s the matter Wendy?” her father asked. With her hands still over her ears, Wendy no longer heard her father. He looked at his watch, seeing the time and getting no response he asked again, this time, more impatiently. “WHAT IS WRONG!” He growled. Wendy cried more with recognition of her father’s impatience. Her tongue fumbled to find her words. “I … it’s the voices… I … I heard the whispers daddy.” She said, spitting the words out. Her father shook his head and her mother sat next to her on the bed to comfort her. “Wendy honey, you have to stop with this … it is all over your head, enough with this. You’re growing older now, you’ll be eight in just a month. It’s all in your head, okay? Let’s all get some
Sarah shook her head and climbed beneath Lucy-Lou’s bed, as though having already seen it. Lucy-Lou kneeled down and peered underneath. She held out the plate of cookies. “Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to come out.”
It's Nine Eleven, and the sun is just starting to come up. Everyone in town are at the Twin Towers. The planes just crashed into the buildings, and now the Twin Towers are on fire. The people from the fire station aren't for sure if they can put it out. The fire was pretty big. There were pieces of the building flying everywhere, and it was on fire!
“GET AWAY!”, Eleven screamed as the scientists were getting closer and closer to her. Ever since Eleven was a kid, she knew she wasn’t normal, but she didn’t realize she was this abnormal. She didn’t know what was so special about her that scientist would want to keep her in a cell. After several days, she was furious at the scientists so she screeched so loud that the lights flickered, the windows shattered, and the guards dropped dead. Before the police were contacted she fled. Without hesitation, she ran until she found Mike, a boy that looked about the same age as her.
“WHERE IS MY KNIFE!” franticly throwing his stuff everywhere. He soon found it on the table which was never there to begin with.
Suddenly her bed was empty. Her room was empty. The nametag on her door was gone. Annie slept most of the weekend and, one day, just didn’t wake up. She was gone. I was shattered. ================
“At this time in my life I lived in a very old town house, where I often heard unexplainable noises in the attic. One night, when I was about 11, my parents went out to a party, leaving me all alone. The night was stormy, with crashes of lightening and thunder outside. Having nothing to do, I fell asleep after eating too much ice cream. All of a sudden, my alarm clock goes off in the middle of the night, reading 3 o’clock. I’m wondering why ...
“I stepped into the room to remind my daughter of her school homework that was due tomorrow and all of a sudden, seeing her bed empty…it came to such a shock to me and my husband!”, Mrs Burke exclaimed.
There was a light through the upstairs’ window of the house. I could see a mother sitting with her baby son. Although all I could hear were the many crickets singing softly in the night, I knew that the loving mother was telling a bedtime story to her sweet and sleepy child.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Tae POV Raindrops fall on my already wet hair, my body is shivering from the cold wind, and I'm late for class. Can it get any worse? I stayed up the whole night to find some information about Jihyun, not that I found anything important. She lives with her parents and her big brother here in Seoul and the family owns quite a big company.
The insistent cadence of the telephone on the bedside cabinet had a certain sense of urgency to it. Stacey stirred from the warmth and comfort of her bed, switched on the bedside lamp, and glanced at the alarm clock. The time was five minutes to six. It was still dark outside. Sleepily, she picked up the receiver and spoke into the mouthpiece.
She reached her hands up to her eyes to wipe away the sleep. She twisted to stretch her back, feeling the soreness of falling after running into Caesar. She replayed the conversation that they had yesterday. Caesar was lying, she knew how much he needed her. At Caesar's other life he was abused and he had just recently gotten out of depression. If she left and she set him into a backward spiral she wouldn’t be able to live with herself. Noticing the late time, she pulled herself out of her thoughts and lazily pushed away the rough, vintage comforter and tiptoed across the cold wooden floor over to Ben's bed. She shook him awake trying to be gentle as he awoke softy to reveal his chocolate brown eyes. Ben let out a soft groan and rolled
The midnight sky could be seen through my window as my curious 10-year-old mind questioned this well-established fact of darkness at an hour such as then. Tiptoeing to my family’s little nook of books I could hear the echoes of my family's snores through the hallways. When I reached our little nook my eyes searched for my journal as well as the book I watched my father read for school. "Found it!" I cheered then quickly covered my mouth while listening for any warning bells of an awoken parent.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.
She looks away from the window and stares aimlessly at the tiled ground. She holds her head down as she follows the tile lines on the floor to the stairs that led to her daughter's room. She picks her head up, inhales, and says, “I’m sorry I have not been there for you. I’m sorry that it’s-” The buzz to her phone interrupts her.