Dog Creative Writing

I look nervously outside noticing the black that has ascended over my yard. I hate being alone at night, there’s something so creepy about knowing that if someone were standing in my yard staring at me, I would never see them.
The ringing of the phone distracts me just briefly, who could that possibly be at ten o'clock? Slowly, I make my way over to the desk where the phone sits, "Hello?" No answer. "Hello . . . Hello?!"
Just as I was about to hang up a man's voice chuckled on the other side. Before I had a chance to respond there was a click and then, nothing. Nothing but dead air. I try to laugh it off, it didn’t mean anything, just some weirdo playing a sick joke.
I return to watching TV wondering how much longer it will be before my family returns home from my brothers' hockey game. They should be home by now... How long ago did mom call me?
As the dog begins barking I breathe a sigh of relief, they're home. Why does Bruiser sound like that though? That sounds like his strangers bark. I peek through the blinds just in time to see a man in dark clothes pull out a gun and shoot my dog. I stand there frozen in fear for a moment before running full speed up the stairs and into my brother's room taking refuge in his closet. This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening. Talking to yourself is okay in these situation …show more content…
That's stupid of course they'll see you. I should have gone to the boys' game.... And then the door begins to open heart racing I cringe as close to the wall as I can get. And . . . He sees me. "Well hey there cutie," he smiles at me. His face is covered by a black mask so all I can see is his piercing silver blue eyes. I can’t even wonder anything else about him because my mind is racing so quickly with thoughts of how I could possibly get out of this. But then he adds, "I really wish I didn't have to do this right now." He raises the gun pointing directly at me and pulls the