The Night
First of I just want to say I was just having fun with this, and that if you want me to finish it then message me, I'm only 15 so its not going to be amazing but yeah, thanks for reading.
It was a Wednesday 6:21 to be exact. I just got off work and had taken my bag of, got myself a cup of coffee and began to check my emails. "Spam, spam, spam, spam" I whispered to myself as I suppered my coffee; I do that sometimes (talk to myself), I'm not to sure why. I read something that said, people who talk to them selfs are supposed to be more intelligent or something... ugh getting of topic here. Anyway I discard the spam I had received and kept checking, I refreshed the page once more just to check if anything else had come through. Nothing. I had a quick look at Facebook and again, nothing. I was slightly disappointed but kinda relieved. It meant I didn't have to draft an email, or reply to some old friend I hadn't even seen for years.
I turned the computer of and headed through to the kitchen taking my coffee with me. I didn't quite realise how hungry I was until that point. You see I was swamped at work and had forgotten to eat lunch. I wasn't too bothered as it meant i didn't have to go out, or get the crappy stuff they seem call food down in the cafeteria. Thats when the noises started. At first I really wasn't to bothered, just a slight scratching noise. Just some foxes I would tell myself, I looked out the window cupping my hands over my eyes to get rid of the glare. I couldn't see them, I opened the window the cold air stinging my eyes. Nope, nothing. I told myself nothing was wrong and trudged through the night. But the noises, the scratching. It made me feel... uneasy. Like something wasn't quite right.
- FIN... for now
