Kyrsten Arnold
Period 4
11/1/11
Scary Story

This was going to be a scary night. First, at dinnertime, my mother, father, and I had the normal Friday night meal, pizza. All three of us had gathered in the family room and ate in silence as we watched my dad’s favorite TV show “Chopped”. After I finished my last delicious bite of pepperoni pizza, I became tired of cooking competitions, so I began to wash my dishes. As I did I took a glance out the window in front of the sink and had to do a double take, because there, slightly behind a tree, only a few yards behind my house was a tall man in a long dark coat and a pitch black hat. I blinked several times and rubbed my eyes. When I looked back, he was gone. Phew, it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. I let out a relived sigh as I finished my dishes and headed up to my room to read my book.

Next, at bedtime, just as I was about to pull the sheets over me, I saw him again, but he looked different. He stood in rags and this time I could see his face. His pale face was like that of a vampire and his dead gray eyes burned into mine. Then I realized he was carrying something big. My eyes grew wide and I rubbed them frantically, but when I opened them again he was still there and had moved even closer to the house. As he moved forward he stepped into a pool of moonlight and I could see what was in his hands. A chainsaw. A bloody, red chainsaw was what he carried. I wanted to scream but my mouth felt dry and scratchy, like sandpaper. My dry lips were sealed shut as I stepped back from the window completely terrified. After a few moments, due to curiosity, I slowly made my way back to the window and when I did, he was no where to be found.

Later, at midnight I had finally begun to fall asleep. My eyes were closed and I was just about to drift off into a dream when I felt something drip onto my right cheek. I wiped it off and looked my fingers but it was too dark to see. I slid off of my bottom bunk and switched on the lamp in the corner of my desk and examined my hand. Blood. Was I bleeding? Still confused I got back into bed and made the mistake of looking up, because there, strapped to the bottom of my sister’s abandoned bunk, was a bloody ax. A murder weapon. Someone else’s blood was dripping on me.

Afterward, at three in the morning I was officially scared out of my mind. I had scrambled out of bed so fast I nearly slammed my head on the side of the top bunk. For hours I paced around my room trying to figure out what to do. Finally, I decided to contact the police. In the dark and out of instinct, I ran to the home phone in the office. I was a foot away from the phone when I stepped into something sticky and then tripped. I let out a whimper and stood up to see what had lain in my path. I cursed under my breath and bolted away from the dead body.

Finally, at dawn, if even possible, I was more afraid than before. I sprinted back upstairs to warn my parents about the ax/chainsaw murderer and the dead body. I quickly flipped on the light switch in the hallway. Once I did, I groaned, because there was more gore to come. A beat red, bloody trail with chunks of substances I rather not know about lead to my parent’s room. Part of me wanted to run, but I needed to see my parents, so I followed the trail. I burst through the door and found a really bloody person with a pony tail hovering over my parent’s bed. He obviously heard me because he turned with his chainsaw in hand, and his dead gray eyes locked with mine. The person I thought had been a man was actually a woman. The vampire-like girl advanced toward me. As she did she slowly raised her chainsaw above her head. I was frozen in horror and watched her move closer to me. When she was close enough to kill me, she brought down her chainsaw and I crossed my arms over my head and closed my eyes waiting for death. After a while of nothing happening, I looked up, confused. As I did I heard a snort, then a snicker, and then finally, a whole lot of laughter. I straightened up and stared at the murderer who had switched on the lights and had begun to look strangely familiar. Then, a light bulb went on in my head and I smacked her on the arm. My sister had returned from college and had dedicated the whole night to scaring me. “Gotcha” she said, smiling, clearly proud of herself. This had been the scariest night of my life.