Barrett

He wanted nothing more than to run upstairs and shoot the dick who was breaking into his house, but he opened the door without a sound and crouched. Slowly, he made his way up the stairs, wincing at every squeak. As he came in sight of the floor, he scanned it and felt his breath leave him when there was no one there. The lights turned on overhead and illuminated nothing but junk and debris blown in from the storm. "Holy shit, that scared me," Jeremy sighed.

Mike had also realized that the room had a particular smell; it smelled like an old basement that had not been ... ... middle of paper ... ...e hallway and went down the elevator. As he was impatiently waiting for the elevator to arrive, Mike could not remember anything that just happened a few minutes ago. Mike tapped his pants and he could not even feel his Sony minicorder anymore. He then raced back to the room, unlocked it, only to find that the room had been transformed into a humongous hole. He could not even write anything anymore since everything he collected through the night had been lost.

Nick was trying to call for a nurse but no one appeared to answer, he dialled the number to his house but there was no reception so he couldn't get through. Then the lights flickered slightly, Nick looked up at it but it seemed to be fine now, then he realised that he really needed to go to the bathroom. As he walked towards the toilet door, Nick felt as if he was being watched, but no one else was there, he was alone in his room. As he entered the bathroom he splashed cold water on his face, and he heard someone say "Oh come on. Get it together, Nick."

" Goddamnit" I quickly rolled out of my big soft bed, to turn off whatever the beeping sound came from and in the process my cat had been thrown off my chest. I fumbled around in the dark before making my way to the light switch and turning it on. My room was simple, numorus posters of bands, and games were plasted on the walls and dirty socks hanging from the drawer. i listen to the sound of the beep and slowly followed its source. There my digital alarm clock had been under my L shaped table along with some MONSTER energy cans.

Right now good looks or charm didn’t sway me; I had a nasty problem that needed fixing. Banging on the door to his residence, at last, brought a pyjama clad Vet to the door. His face, a suet pudding full of sleep, mumbled at me, “Wha'cha.want?” Cocking a thumb over my shoulder, I indicated the Mini. Paddy stumbled down to the curb and stood knuckling sleep from his eyes. Somehow, I'd forgotten Bugsy Malone!

His step hesitant, all senses focused on the job at hand, he stepped over the threshold and nervously swept the room – nothing there, nothing out of place. He peered in the bathroom stretching his neck as far as he could without actually entering and nothing there either. Ears swiveling, belly to the floor, he crept down the dark hall toward the front part of the house where the partially closed door to the guest bath gave him pause; something was on the floor in front of the vanity. He pounced, but the thing did not fight back – it was just a bunched up rug, the dim light giving it a sinister appearance. A quick glance over his shoulder assured him no one saw the attack on the rug, and he moved on to the second bedroom where the two large windows left nothing hidden.

He opened the door and was immediately met with a blinding flash of white light, obscuring his vision. “Argh!” he groaned, tightly grabbing the doorknob for balance. Rubbing his eyes, his vision slowly returned, and he blinked, now annoyed by the disturbance. Glancing around his doorstep, he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Stepping outside, his slipper-clad foot bumped into a light package placed tidily on the ground.

horrified my friend jack called the police “ya need to get down here as soon as ya can.” Jack said walking into my bedroom. Jack looked up to see a man dressed in Victorian clothing looking jack in the eye. Jack dropped the phone and ran for the door. the man rose his arm up and shut the door before Jack could get o... ... middle of paper ... ...it goes to modern time . I see my friends sitting on the couch.

He’ll wake the whole hotel.” After trying to divert her attention Willy tells the woman to hide in the bathroom while he answers the door. Willy opens the door and sees Biff standing there. He asks his son why he came to Boston and his son replies that he flunked math and doesn’t have enough credits to graduate. They talk a little more then a laugh is heard from the bathroom. The woman comes out of the bathroom and Willy tries his best to get rid of her.

He crept his way to where he suspected the noise to come from. To his surprise, nothing awaited him, only a knocked over toy box with mini hockey sticks scattered all over the living room. Yet again he was petrified for his and his family's well-being, so he called his dad downstairs and made him wander around the house, looking for what have caused the ruckus. No answer was yet again found, making the lonely night in bed seem longer than