Slumber Party
Thump-thump, breathe thump-thump, breath. My heart beat, pounding out through my brain; I tried to catch my breath, footsteps coming up behind me like an elephant chasing at my heels. My thoughts raced from one thing to another. After locking the door, we clinched in a corner for nearly an hour.
My day had begun as any other. I remember I woke up, went to school and found my friends that afternoon, Jessica, Gloria, Abigail, Gabi, Katelyn, Megan, Blake, Chase, Baustin, and Lucas. We all hung out many times before. For most of the evening, we sat around telling stories and gossiping about our classmates. Time had passed and it was time to head home.
All the girls were planning a sleep over at Jessica's. Her parents were out of town for the weekend, and she refused to stay alone. We began our evening of freedom by resuming our scary stories. Before we realized it, another hour had passed. The scare from the stories must have gotten to us, because before we headed upstairs we made sure every single light in the house was on.
In the distance we heard dogs barking, three loud car horns, and a door slam. We then, started moving farther and farther away from the window. Half way down the stairs, we stopped. The roof began to clatter as if someone was moving across it.
Our pulses raced as we flew down the remaining stairs. Thump-thump, breath. We huddled closely together in the kitchen. For safety we gathered a sharp knife and a phone. We came up with explanations to release our minds, like saying that the horn was a neighbor and the thump on the roof was a raccoon. As we relaxed into a group we laughed at what fools we had been, but grew quiet as we heard several car doors banging, again. Silently staring at each other,...
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...ened the back door. We yelled at them harshly as we noticed the cops where standing outside. Gabi realized that the cops were seated outside. As we opened the door, we apologized to them many times. They left us with advice; they said "Lay these boys down and kick them a few times." We all laughed, but the guys knew that it was a possibility!
After the guys left we made fun of each other’s reactions. Talking about how we should have turned off some of the lights. The guys told us that they saw our every move throughout the whole night. Even though we knew what they had done we still had problems sleeping that night. We thought, what if someone had come after the guys had went home. I cannot believe we had such a creepy night. Now every time we are home alone we laugh about our gullibility that night. Although we still lock all the doors and shut off all the lights!
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
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