The Smell
It was another one of those lonely Monday nights, Christina was home alone, baby-sitting her brother. Her parents left to a dinner, movies, and opera, weren't they just a little to lucky. So she had to stay home, with her little brother. Yup, that was it, being home alone by herself was scary enough, but with her brother, it was a nightmare.
It was 10:30PM, she was watching Melrose Place and her brother was upstairs, sleeping like an angel. "Well at least I have peace now." she thought, boy would she be wrong.
The night was like any other nights, late June, school out and no homework. It was hot and humid outside, a night for a thunderstorm. Christina had a weird feeling in her stomach, like when you think something is going to happen. She just tried to forget about and continue to watch the TV.
It was 11:30PM when she began to hear a noise, she ignored it at first but it became real to her that it was something, something that wanted her attention. Ignoring it didn't really work, it came right out of the window to her back. It was a faint scratching noise, like when a tree branch scratches against a wall, or a mouse is trying scratch something. ON and on it went, a rhythm of some sort, following the same order over and over.
"It's just my imagination." She thought, but it was real, too real. She couldn't take it no more. She got up, walked over to window and looked out, nothing there. She came back to the couch, returning to Mad TV, the show on the TV. Relaxed a little she bagan to do fall asleep, dozing off to the rhythm of the sound.
"THE SOUND!!!" she screamed in her mind, it was back again, hypnotising her, "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO, WHAT IS THAT!!!"
She got up, weird smell hit her nostrils, it was a scent of rotting bodies, like something was old and decomposing. Coughing she walked to the window, opened it and walked back. The smell making her nauseous, she ran into the toilet and began to vomit.
"What is that smell?", she asked herself. And that's when she remembered it, the sound came from the window, and she opened it.
" Oh no, something maybe in the house" she said aloud, then as quietly as possible, she went back into the room.
time and what was going on at that moment. As it continues "A Sound of
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Reynolds, H. (1990). With The White People: The crucial role of Aborigines in the exploration and development of Australia. Australia: Penguin Books
...ight, and when it became daylight the next day, her imagination played games with her. She imagined the walls laughing at her now. It’s almost like they were laughing that she attempted and even thought that it was possible to escape.
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