Short Story

Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs, with a high pitch sound echoing through the hallway as if the teacher was running her fingers down a chalk board. I hug my blanket viciously as the bedroom door handle slowly turns. My heart skips a beat faster than a jump rope and a chills rush down my spine as a dark figure barges through the door. All I could see was a silhouette of the dark shady figure, with eyes greener than a forest and a hook for a hand sharper than a knife. The shady man comes closer and through the gap between the window the moonlight shins relieving he is wearing a ski mask darker than the midnight sky. This was the man that murdered the school music teacher and and midge at the school musical and the janitor this is the man that refers to him self as the black hood. This is the man that believes I am like him this is the man that made me bury my best friend alive and this is the man who is my father, this is the man that tried to kill me at prom and this is the man that used me to fake his own death he his a cereal killer he is a monster.