Own Story

Own Story “Bzzzzzzzzz!!!” the alarm rang. Small dirty hands hit the off switch and got out of bed. The scrawny boy walked over to the window in his old spider-man pajamas and looked outside. Everything was white as far as the eyes could see. The ground was covered with a silky smooth blanket of fresh new snow, which concealed the old brown sheet from the week before. By the driveway the top of an “open house” peered out from the snow. After changing, the little child proceeded down the brown carpeted stairs which spit up dust with every step he took. The walls of the old house were maroon with an occasional faded outline of an old picture. The hardwood floors were also barren and would creak with every step.

The boy walked into the kitchen, turned on the stove and placed a griddle over it. Next he opened the old fashioned refrigerator. The light inside flickered on and off as he reached for the eggs and bacon. He shut the door and headed over to the counter where he placed the egg carton and bacon. His nimble hands picked up three slices of bacon and broke two eggs on the griddle.

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The pan was not warm so the eggs and bacon just sat there. Suddenly the boy heard a car door slam and people talking. He looked out the window and saw two women heading towards the front door. The shy boy quickly turned around and ran out the back door. The people outside trudged through the thick heavy snow towards the front door.

They reached the doorstep of the off-white house, and rammed the rusty knocker against the forest green door. The knock let out a loud hollow echo. They stood in the cold waiting for someone to open the door, but after five minutes they decided to invite themselves into the house. “Hello?” one woman shouted. They waited for an answer but only heard the crackling of bacon grease coming from the kitchen. The air had the savory scent of smoked bacon and eggs, which made their stomachs growl.

They slowly walked to the kitchen and peered in to see nothing but burnt eggs and bacon on the sizzling griddle. They looked to the left and saw that the back door was open. Outside, the tracks of fresh footprints created a path in the snow that lead toward a white picket fence. The gate to the fence swung back and forth in the cold sharp wind. “Ahhh!! Help!!” a sharp shrill came from behind the fence. The two ladies gave each other a quick glance as the call for help rang out over and over .

They both ran to the gate as the fresh snow flurried off from the soles of their boots. Two feet past the gate they both tripped over a thin wire that was stretched out across the ground. They lifted their now cold and wet faces out of the snow, and saw nothing but an empty yard. The women began to grow goose bumps all over their bodies and gave each other a nervous look. They stood up and wiped the snow off their bodies.

An angry growl grew louder and louder from behind them and now their goose bumps grew to little mole hills all over their bodies. They slowly turned around and they both became as white as the velvety snow that surrounded them. Their knees began to shake and their hearts started to beat faster and faster until their heartbeats became one monotone sound. Their eyes opened widely and stared straight ahead as if they had seen a ghost. However, it was no ghost they were looking at. Instead they were looking at a 12 year old boy covered in snow and dirt.

The fence had now been closed. A large evil grin was stretched across the boys face and his jet black eyes glared at the two helpless women. His arms were raised like a vampire before his transformation into a bat. The women thought that the devil himself had possessed this boy. This thought was the last that ever entered their heads. The boy let out a sharp scream and pounced on the two women like a tiger who hadnt eaten for weeks.

Their screams only lasted for a split second and then dead silence rang through the cold dry air. The young boy, now tired from digging, threw the limp bodies in the shallow graves in the snow. He filled the momentarily empty graves with snow and looked at the fresh mound of snow. He looked around and saw the sheet of white snow over the yard. Everything was flat except the fresh mounds of snow covering the graves, but those too would become flat with new so like the others had done before.

The boy retraced his footsteps back to the house. He took the now ashy eggs and bacon off the griddle, threw them in the garbage and placed fresh food on the now piping hot stove. He ate a hearty breakfast and savored the sweet taste of bacon and. He sat down by on the couch and turned on the tv waiting for the next report of missing people to show up.