Jennifer Derrico
Stories (2/0)
Return Of The Night Owl
Today was no ordinary day, as the raging storm settled down, light mist of rain covered the small town of River Oak springs. My friends and I were driving home from school when we noticed a U-Haul parked at the end of my street. My best friend Chelsea pointed, “Who is that weird looking girl starring at us?” Chelsea smirked. “Don’t call her that”, I stated. “She looks new here, maybe we should go introduce ourselves”, I offered. “No way! I’m good right here”, my boyfriend Travis stated. “She does seem a little off if you ask me”, David murmured scratching the back of his head. “Well, no one asked you!” I scolded. I proceeded to walk up to the new girl myself, since my friends weren’t that interested.
By Jennifer Derrico2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales Of Lakeview Manor
“Hey Mike, turn that up! That song is lit!” Timothy yelled up front taping Mike on the shoulder. “It’s as loud as it can go dude!” Mike yelled over the loud music while gripping the steering wheel tight. “You’re spilling beer all over my new ride bro! Sit back, we’re almost there!” Mike yelled at Timothy holding up a cup of beer he got from a party they had attended earlier that night. “Hey Mike, turn here, we can get to shutter street much quicker this way”, Stan yelled loudly over the speakers blasting from Mike’s car. “Alright man, but keep your cup down in case we run into a cop or something”, Timothy yelled to the back at his friend. “You must have forgotten that my dad is the deputy sheriff. He’s not going to bother us man. We’re just having a little fun that’s all, just lighten up and have a drink with us”, Stan pulled two beers from a cooler he had beside him on the back seat and proceeded to toss one to Timothy and Mike. “I’m good man”, Mike said loudly. “I’ll have one when we get inside”, Mike was turning onto shutter street entering the old abandoned house that’s been there for centuries. “Alright Losers, we’re here, now let’s party!” Mike announced happily as he leaped out of the driver seat and slammed the door shut. “Aren’t we going to wait for the girls to get here before we head inside?” Timothy asked while staggering from all of the alcohol he had consumed that night. “Oh heck no!” Stan responded. “They will see the car out here and come join us if they’re not too scared”, Mike added. Timothy, Mike and Stan went into the dark abandoned house creating a path throughout the cobwebs that covered the entrance of the front door. Mike instantly started to notice weird noises coming from upstairs and started to panic. “Did you hear that?” Mike asked nervously. “This house is ancient, you’re probably going to hear a lot of weird noises in here”, Stan reassured Mike. “Yeah man, this place is pretty old. It wouldn’t be normal if you didn’t hear a crack or two”, Timothy added while giggling. “No guys! I really do hear footsteps coming from upstairs!” Mike looked upstairs and noticed someone standing there with a long dress that looked like something someone would wear from the early nineteen hundred. “Do you guys see that!?” Mike said pointing towards the bottom of the stairs while shaking tremendously. “Who are you!?” Stan demanded while approaching the stairs to the woman in the dress. “Don’t get too close to whoever that is man! She could be dangerous!” Timothy yelled at Stan. Stan looked over at the guys and said, “I’m not afraid of a woman in a dress. What can she possibly do to us?” Mike laughed loudly and proceeded to approach the lady in the dress. The lady vanished into thin air and reappeared in front of them glowing with rage. Mike and Tyler ran outside hurriedly to get back into Mike’s car. Stan yelled at them to come back because he thought it was a prank from the girls who were supposed to be meeting them there. After Stan realized that this was not a prank, it was too late. The lady at the end of the stairs snatched him up and disappeared with Stan spontaneously. Mike and Timothy leaped into the car speeding off to go get help. When they arrived back to the house with Stan’s father the deputy sheriff, there were no signs of Stan or anyone ever being there. Six months later……...
By Jennifer Derrico2 years ago in Fiction