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First Time Home Alone

by Kayla Lynn Waksmonski 4 months ago in fiction

"She knew she would never be safe in that house."

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She was only about 12 years old. It was the first night her mom could go out without having to work, in over a month. However, her step dad was a truck driver and on the road, and the normal sitter was in the hospital. Her mom couldn't resist thought, though. It would only be a couple of hours.

Her mom quickly made dinner, still debated with herself if she should go or not. She had already gone over emergency contact information and made sure the neighbors would be home during the time step dad was on the road. Her mom felt confident everything would be okay. She explained to her that she wouldn't be gone long, keep the door locked and don't answer it for anyone. Don't be on the phone and hold up the line, either.

As her mom started to get ready and gather her things to leave her alone, she started to hear thunder rolling in the distance. Before leaving, her mom added, "Make sure to grab the flash light from the drawer, it looks like it's gonna storm. The lights may go out."

As soon as her mom shut the front door, she quickly ran and locked it behind her. She went to the kitchen, grabbed the flashlight out of the drawer, and made herself some snacks. Then she went and made herself comfortable on the couch. She put some cartoons on and started to relax.

The storm started to get louder, as the thunder roared and rain started to get heavy. She turned the volume up on the tv. And then before she knew it, boom. The power went out. She got a little startled, but remembered the flash light was on the kitchen counter. She stood up off the couch, as the only thing giving light was the lightning striking outside. She was nervous but knew she needed the light. She ran to the kitchen, grabbed the flashlight, and ran back to the couch. She was out of breathe and thought to herself, "Calm down, your overthinking the storm. The lights will be on soon." She turned the flashlight on, and then the loud crack of thunder hit. She screamed, as she felt a sense of cold come in the room.

She shined the flashlight all around to see the room and calm her nerves. She clinched the throw blanket from off the back of the couch. She couldn't see anything, but the cold feeling started to get more heavy and it made her feel that she wasn't alone. She shouted, "Hello! Is someone there?!" But all she could hear was the rolling thunder and rain hitting the windows. She sunk more into the couch as she started to cover herself more with the throw blanket.

She told herself that she was making a big deal out of nothing. She lived in a small town. Every time it stormed, the power would go out. But this was her first night, being home alone. She flashed the light on the clock hanging on the wall. Only 45 minutes had passed since her mom had left her. With the rain being so heavy, who knew when the power would be restored.

With time passing, she needed the restroom, which was on the other side of the house, and couldn't wait. With the flashlight in her hand, she felt like she could see and be safe. She was overthinking it anyways.

As she slowly made her way across the living room, she looked all around her to make sure no one was behind her. She started to walk a little faster, until she made it down the hall to the bathroom. She left the door open, because she was the only one home and was a little freaked out.

As she finished up, and flush the toilet, the bathroom door slams shut. She screamed, and ran to the door, opening it and running through the house, back to the couch. She threw the throw blanket over her head and shouted, "I know you're in here! I heard you! Please leave me alone!" She was shaking and breathing heavy. She knew she needed to calm down. Maybe the wind was blowing and a window was crack and made the door slam. She uncovered her head and shined the light to the clock. A full hour has passed, but if the power was out, how come her mom wasn't home yet? She ran to the house phone, but the line was dead. It was a cord phone and should have worked, but this time, didn't.

She took a deep breath and told herself to calm down. She sat on the couch and closed her eyes as she started to say the "Our Father" prayer. As she finished the last words, thunder hit again. She got startled again, but felt more comforted. As she sat back, she started to hear loud creaking coming from inside. Her heart started to beat faster. She shined the flashlight towards the hallway, but didn't see anything.

Out of nowhere, all the doors and cabinets inside the whole house started slamming. Open and closed, open and closed, over and over again. She started screaming and made her way to the front door, that was still locked. She tried unlocking it, but the lock was jammed. It wouldn't turn. She shook the door by the door knob but it wouldn't budge. She started crying, as she slid down the door and sat on the floor. The slamming grew louder. The room grew darker. She felt like she was being suffocated. She started saying the "Our Father" again, then she heard a voice. A deep, raspy voice say, "That won't help you." She began to panic as she could hear the counter drawers hit the floor in the kitchen.

She stood up and grabbed the door knob again trying to unlock to lock. It finally turned, and the door was able to open. She made her way to the front yard and fell to her back. She looked up to see the house. It was still dark, but she couldn't hear the chaos that was inside. The rain was starting to lighten up, but the thunder was still rolling. She looked around the neighborhood, and noticed the other houses around her had lights on. She looked across the street and could see the tv going in the living room. She walked to the curb and seen all the streetlights on, down the street. She panicked and turned back, looking at her house, as it remained dark. She was started to get soaked and ran to the neighbors house.

The older lady opened the door and seen her. She asked her if she was okay. She quickly said yes. "The power went out at my house and I got scared." She thought, no one would ever believe her. The lady grabbed a dry towel and a glass of water, wrapped her up and gave her the water. The lady asked her when her mom was going to be home as they both looked at the clock. She said, "My mom should be home in just a few minutes."

About 15 minutes go by and she hears her mom's car pull up. She quickly runs to the door as she turns and tells the lady thank you for letting her sit there until her mom came. The lady smiled at her and said, "You come over anytime." She ran out and shouted at her mom. Her mom seen her shook up and asked her what had happened. She went in to all the details of the last couple of hours. Her mom had a kind of smile and confused look as she said, "Well, I'll go and check out the house and come back for you. Just wait here in the car." She sat in the driver's seat as her mom climbs out. She locked the doors as soon as her mom shuts it.

Her mom opens the front door and turns the lights on. She sees this threw the windows and her heart sinks, as she started to have an uneasy feeling. Her mom finishes checking the house and waves her to come inside. She grabs her hand and they start to walk through the house. Her mom tells her, "Look, there's nothing even out of place, except for you popcorn trash you left." She started to think that it could have been a dream maybe, as her mom and her finish walking through the house. If her mom wouldn't believe what had happened, then no one would.

Her mom sits her down on the couch and looks at her. "You know, your imagination gets the best of you sometimes and you shouldn't scare other people when you think something weird is happening. All you had to do was flip the lights on and you would have been fine." But her mom wasn't there, and didn't go through everything she had just experienced. She knew it wasn't a dream. She knew it was real.

Her mom tells her to get ready for bed, because it's getting late, as she hugs her and kisses her on the forehead. She goes to the bathroom and shuts the door softly. She took the flashlight with her, just in case. She turned the sink on and began to brush her teeth. She washed her face and finished getting ready to go to sleep. She opened the bathroom door and made in down the hall to her room. As she turned the light off, she turned the flashlight on. She got under the blankets and started to get comfortable. She still felt uneasy, but knew her mom was there. So she would be okay.

As she started to fall asleep, the flashlight went out and a cold heavy feeling came over her. She opens her eyes, to see red eyes looking back are her, hovering over her. She couldn't speak. She couldn't move. She could barely breathe. Then she heard the same deep, raspy voice from earlier say, "I'm not done with you. I'll be back."

She continued to lay in bed, unable to move or speak, as a tear rolled down from her eye. She knew she would never be safe in that house.

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Kayla Lynn Waksmonski

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