Drew Sisemore: A Narrative Fiction

“There has been another disappearance. This time a boy called, Drew Sisemore. Here is an image of him. If you see him, call the police right away.” I turned off the TV. I got off of the couch and walked to my bedroom. I got into bed and went to sleep. I woke up to my phone blaring. I pushed off my blankets and walked to my desk. When I looked at my phone, it had a text message from a blank name. The user picture was a glitched image. The message said, “Hello, Gabe.” I texted back, “Who are you?”
“I am the one who has been taking people.”
“I’m calling the police!”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Why?”
“I will take you too.”
“How?”
“Goodnight.”
And with that, my phone died. I got back into bed, perplexed. I fell asleep about

I looked around and saw all of the missing people. I saw the dark figure huddled over Ethan. I slowly rose and grabbed a rock. I walked behind the dark figure, but before I could swing the rock at him, he was pushing high up the wall. I hit him but the rock went through him. He laughed but it almost sounded like a scream. Ethan got up and shined his phone flashlight at the thing. It almost looked as if it turned solid. I swung at it again and this time it hit it. I saw a sharp, jagged piece of metal on the ground. I picked it up and tried to stab the thing, but it cut me with it’s hand. Ethan jumped on it’s back but it shrugged him off. The phone hit the ground and it shattered. I ran to the small crack in the cavern. When I climbed out, I was in the basement of the school. I ran upstairs, but I could hear the thing stomping after me and screaming his laugh. When I got outside, everyone was gone. I turned around and watched the thing come out of the school. It said, “Just face the fact that you’ve lost.” I replied, “No, you’ve lost.” The school collapsed behind it. I said, “You have nowhere to run now. The sun is out and you are exposed.” I ran at him and stabbed it in the head with the metal piece. It backed up and tripped over the fence. It hit the ground and shriveled up into a ball. I ran back to the cavern and dragged everyone out. We all looked at the thing. It reached up and whispered, “Help.” I kicked it and it

We call it, The Darkness. After that day, no one worried about it again. Everyone pretty much forgot about it. I’m in highschool now. The school was rebuilt and everyone goes there now. Sometimes I have this weird feeling that the thing is still here watching everything I do. Sometimes I wake up on the couch when I go to sleep in my bed. Sometimes I’m on the ground. Last night, I woke up in my front lawn. Tonight I’ll go out to