Jade Wiseman
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Not a Normal Sunday
Crash! What was that noise? I asked myself, tumbling out of bed. I hit the floor with a thud, legs tangled in sheets. It took a moment to right myself as I crawled on the floor before standing up tall and heading for the door. I checked every room for something not right, but everything was in place and no one in sight. So, I stood in the kitchen, the kettle set to boil, my cup on the side with a teabag in place: whilst I pondered over the noise I had heard from this morning. Bang! I jumped while pouring the water and looked towards the front door as it seemed to cave in. I approached the door slowly with timid steps and called out, "who's there?!" With a nervous breath. No one answered as the noise seemed to stop, the door cloaked in darkness; I reached with a shaky hand and twisted the handle before pulling the door wide. Who was there? Well, no one! But a brown paper box, innocently placed on the floor by the door wrapped with twine and maybe lace?
By Jade Wiseman3 years ago in Horror