Creative Writing: Haunted

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Alisha Ungs Ms. Mouw Comp. 1 16 Oct. 2014 “Haunted” Walking into the church nursery that Sunday, I didn’t expect anything to be out of the ordinary; I just had to make sure there were no kids left and clean up the toys laying on the floor before locking it up for the week. Looking around, I noticed that there were no toys out of place, which I thought was unusual. The kids almost always leave a mess. I started to leave, but then I heard a noise, so I turned around, expecting one of the kids to jump out, shouting, “BOO!” But instead of a child, I saw a small Jack in the box, one that had been broken for a long time. No matter how much you wound it, the Jack wouldn’t pop up. It didn’t even play music anymore. How had I not seen that before? …show more content…

I was so glad, and I rushed to the door and yanked on it to leave. But it wouldn’t budge; the door was locked. I couldn’t leave. I thought I heard a noise behind me, and quickly whirled around, but there was nothing there. Only the empty hallway. I was not happy about this though, because the empty hallway was super creepy. I would have welcomed a ghostly entity if it meant I could see someone. I began to feel like I had been trapped in the church for hours. I looked through the glass doors, which for some reason I had not done the first time. It was dark outside. That was impossible; it was only 10 in the morning. How could the sky have gotten so dark? Maybe I had been here for hours. There were no clocks in the church, so it was impossible to tell. I thought I saw the figure that I had heard before, and this time I kept my eyes on it as I turned. It didn’t disappear. It looked like an elderly human being, laying on their hands and knees. I decided to approach it, and soon I noticed it was more of a shadow than a regular person. It had no discernable features. One of the hands reached up slowly towards …show more content…

I didn’t know what to do. I kept trying to free myself, but still was unable to get away from its iron-like grip. My heart was racing. It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to die. This sent me into a panic. I tried punching the creature as hard as I could. I was surprised when my fist hit nothing but air. I was free! I tore my hand away as fast as I could and started running. I should have been wondering why I had been able to get away so easily, but I was too busy trying to get away to care. I was getting tired of sprinting, and glanced back to see if the creature was following me. I stopped dead in my tracks. Why? Because my running wasn’t getting me anywhere. I was in the same place that I had been when I started sprinting. The creature chuckled

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