Children of the Dark
Children of the Dark I had been sitting in my bedroom when I heard an ominous whistling. Then a loud, high pitched screech from the attic. My parents weren’t home, so what was I to do? I tied my deep purple, curly hair into a bun and silently rushed to the kitchen. I grabbed a knife and went to the old, wooden door in the middle of our living room. I opened the door, there lied a set of stairs which led to the attic. I climbed up the flight of stairs and then slowly opened the door that was an opening directly to the attic. A gust of wind came rushing out of the opening and I fell backward onto the stairs. It all of a sudden went all dark, I had turned on a light at the bottom of the stairs when I entered the staircase. I decided that it must’ve burnt out. But what was there to explain the wind that had pushed me down? I shut my eyes for a minute. Once I opened them, two piercing sea green eyes stared back at me. I screamed louder than I thought anyone could. The eyes disappeared.