Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Horror

I remember that night clearly. It was something no-one could ever forget. The night something was after me. IT was after me. 

I returned home to discover the front door was ajar. I should have called Mum to see if she'd forgotten to lock it. 
"Mum, did you leave the front door open?"
"I'm not even in the house. Hold on, I'm coming."
"Wait. If you're not in the house, and the front door's open, then who's in the house?"
That was terrifying. I should have called the police. I was foolish, and strode inside. 

The first thing strange I found, was a chair at the end of the corridor. Sat on it was a creepy, white figure with blood draing down from the top of its body. I looked away as I didn't want to stare at it. That's when I heard a blood-curdling scream.

It echoed all around the house. When I looked back at the chair, the figure was gone. Suddenly,
I felt a knife edging my throat...

To be continued...