Personal Narrative Fiction

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It was a gloomy day in Jenna’s eyes. She was laying in her hard cold bed thinking about her life. “What can I do, what can I change” Everyday Jenna lived was long and dark. “Jenna it’s time for dinner” her mother yelled up the stairs. Jenna slowly rolled to the side of her bed, and sat at the edge. Her feet were dangling off the side as her legs swung back and forth. She gently pushes her body off her bed, her feet touched the cold wood floor. Jenna dragged her feet to the door and put her small hand on the handle. As Jenna was opening the door, she felt a cold gust of wind come through the small crack. She instantly got goosebumps. Jenna felt dry, cold hands wrap around her ankles, she quickly grabbed the door handle with both hands. Both …show more content…

Jenna ran upstairs to her computer and researched “demons”. She started printing theories and hanging them all over her wall. She had all these ideas on what it was. “Is it a ghost, demon maybe a spirit. Where was it taking me?” she quietly said to herself. Jenna was in over her head with all of the theories and stories on the internet. Before Jenna could fall asleep, she needed to know if the shadow was still under her bed. She jumped on top of her bed and slowly draped her head over, Jenna looked underneath but all she could see was darkness. Jenna took her phone and turned on the flashlight, gently pointing the light under the bed. Her heart racing, her blood pumping, she knew something was going to grab her arm. All Jenna saw under her bed was all her missing socks.
Jenna woke up the next morning and started getting ready for school. Opening the closet Jenna felt the same dry cold hands grab her by the ankles, it drags her into her closet. “What do you want” Jenna screams. “Help me” she hears a whisper behind her. “What do you want from me” Jenna says crying. “I need you” Jenna runs out of the closet and bolts downstairs. “Mom there’s a demon in my closet.”
“Jenna what are you talking about” Her mother said with a confused face.
Jenna tells her mother the whole story on what has been happening the past couple of days.
“I know Jenna, it was at the last house too.”
“What

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