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Chris was scared to death. He just watched the scariest movie, he had ever seen. Why did he go out and rent it? He was alone in his house and there was no sound at all. Chris hated scary movies, and why he saw that one? I don’t know. Where adults allowed being scared in movies? He sat upright in his bed from where he watched the horror film the turned off TV sat ten feet away from him. He was scared to death. Chris needed some sleep, the movie ran to midnight and he was tired. The only light that was shining was a small lamp by his bedside. Chris reached over to turn it off but something inside kept him. Light is the only protection we have against the bad things that come out at night. It was only a stupid movie, he told himself as he turned of the light.
He laid back in his bed and looked up to the ceiling above him. The moonlight that came through his bedroom window let it barely enough light for Chris to see the swirling ceiling fan. He could not get over how scared he was feeling that at any moment a killer would pop out of nowhere. It was just a stupid movie, there is nothing to be scared of, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep.
A noise startled him. It sounded like a loud crack. His eyes opened and he sat up in his bed. He looked around in his darkened room, but there was nothing that he could see. He reached for the light by his bed and turned the switch. The light didn’t turn on. He made a mental note to get new light bulbs, and ignored the sound and lay back down. The sound came again. Chris sat up, and rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t see anything. There was no more moonlight shining through his bedroom window. The TV in front of him turned on. He wasn’t anywhere near the remote. A bright static was shown on the screen and its hiss was ear shattering. Chris got up and ran to the TV to shut it off. He pressed the power button and the static died.
His heart beat at a quickened pace. He didn’t know what was going on. He got back into his bed and sat up. Everything was black, he held his hands in front of his face and he could barely see them. The light near his bed suddenly turned on. It shown brighter than it ever had. Chris reached the knob to turn it off but it wouldn’t. He reached down and pulled the power cord but it remained lit.
Chris heard another noise, very different from the first one. This noise sounded like dripping water. He grabbed the lit lamp and stood up. The drip started to get louder and louder. He followed the sound with his lamp and it led him to the window. He could see a dark liquid drip from the bottom onto the floor. He walked suspiciously over to the substance. Chris put his finger in it and put it under the light. It was red, blood red. The dripping quickened and turned into a steady stream. The blood drenched the carpet below and sat in a puddle.
The back of Chris’ head felt wet. He mustn’t have been sweating that hard. He put his hand on his moistened head. Using the light, he looked at his hand, which was red with blood. Chris screamed and he dropped the lamp, shattering the bulb. Chris ran to the bathroom a few steps away. He opened up the door, ran inside, turned the light on, and closed and locked the door behind him. He was panting hard now and he looked at his bloodstained hand. He wiped it off on his shirt. How could this be happening?
He looked at himself in the mirror, and at the red handprint on his shirt. I need to take a shower. Chris stripped naked and went to the shower knobs and turned them on. He stepped in once the water had warmed and started to scrub all of the blood off of his body. He grabbed the green bottle of shampoo on a rack, and squeezed a cupful of goop into his hand. He closed his eyes in fear of getting painful suds in his eye, and scrubbed the crap out of his hair. When he was done and opened his eyes, he was shocked to find that the water coming from the nozzle was now shooting blood and he was covered in it. Startled he jumped out and fell onto the floor. There was a white towel hanging from the rod that held the shower curtains. He grabbed it and vigorously tried to wipe it off.
The bathroom door flew open, cracking the wall behind it. An intense wind flew into the bathroom, knocking him on his butt. What is this! He screamed but no one could hear him.
Chris heard footsteps. They were approaching him. He heard a crackly voice screech, “Chriiiis, come out, come out where ever you are!”
He screamed and ran out of the bathroom, naked and covered in thick blood.
The man was waiting for him with a knife in his right hand. Chris’ greatest nightmare had come true and he was about to die.
When he saw the man, Chris fainted and collapsed to the floor.
His eyes opened, he was in his own bed. It was daytime. The lamp was where it should be, and there was nothing dripping from the window. It was a dream! Only a dream! Chris drew a smile on his face and took a sigh in relief. He was fully clothed and there was no blood on his hands. He got out of his bed and ran to the bathroom. There was no blood coming from the shower nozzle.
Chris thought he saw something in the mirror so he looked behind him out of the door. There was nothing everything was back to normal. The man with the knife stood behind him and whispered, “Come out, Come out where ever you are!”
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