Courtney Chesney
Bio
Hello, I'm Courtney Chesney. I'm a young, aspiring writer, who is currently still struggling with getting out there. Though I am a vocally quiet person, I use my writing to speak, wandering in writing for as long as I could remember.
Stories (2/0)
The Faucet and the Drips
The Faucet It was pouring on that day, even more than the day before. I remember mindlessly scoping through Crave for something interesting to watch, bored out of my mind. I was curled on the couch with a small blanket lazily bunched over my legs, a bowl of popcorn kernels slanted near the far arm of the couch. The screen continuously changed hue as I shifted through show after show. Nothing sparked an interest. I had thought maybe it was the rain pelting against the roof that put me in a depressed state. I never did like the rain nor the disgusting worms that were summoned by it. Again a long sigh left me as I hunched over to grab the bowl, making my way through the dark house to the kitchen. I casually flicked on the stove light as it was bright enough to make out the area while placing the bowl in the sink, whose faucet had a drip I could never solve. I had leaned against the counter for a moment, taking in a breath as the ‘tap, tap, tap’’ of water played in the background. The house was utterly silent except for that, and for a reason, I still cannot explain a shiver ran up my spine. Suddenly I whipped around as I felt a quick shallow breath blow against my nape. I was met with the darkness of the hallway. I was alone. I swear to you that it had not been the first occurrence of such an event. Of course, I always played it off as those crime shows steeping into my tired brain. Speaking of which, I had glanced at the time while my heart had yet to finish thumping. It was a quarter past three, so I decided to turn in for the night.
By Courtney Chesney2 years ago in Horror
