Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind.........figuring out what to do. My idea so far was *run up the stairs and try to "distract"the being, then pull the door shut and then lock it* it sounded cliche in my head, but i figured I didn't have any other choice but to die otherwise. So I set my plan into action. I quietly stepped up the unstable wooden planks of the slanted hallway towards the open door. I could hear "it" making gross moaning noises, and had strange glowing bumps all over its body. These bumps moved somewhat, they were pulsing, and every time a bump on its skin pulsed, it gushed liquids. It was a horrifying sight to encounter, its face was tar-black, as if it was burnt in a fire. I crouched at the top of the stairs, getting
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I slowly walked up my creaky planks, and put my shaky hand onto the shiny bronze handle, turning it quickly. The door flung open, bodies, blood, organs, everywhere. I gagged and shivers ran down my spine, I was going to puke I thought. I ran searching for a place to throw up, i couldn't hold it anymore and I threw up brown material close to my back door, the taste disgusted me, it tasted like shit. I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my Tupac hoodie, I loved that hoodie, but at this point I really didn't give a damn. I stumbled over the mangled bodies of what used to be my parents, I couldn't look at them, if I did I would probably faint. I ran up to my bedroom and grabbed my black drawstring Nike bag, opening it, I scouted my room for stuff i needed to pack. I scanned my room, I put these things in my bag in this exact order- My Tupac hoodie, 4 pairs of calvin klein underwear, my portable energy bank, 2 pairs of sweatpants, 4 shirts, extra nike elites, my nwa flat brimmed hat, and my parents illegal AR-15 gun, along with some bullets. I did however change into something more clean before I left my house forever, I changed into a black t-shirt with a chicago bulls varsity jacket, black sagging pants and my Air Jordan 6 retro Oreo …show more content…
I went to the bathroom to fetch a few more things, including - deodorant, hand sanitizer, and a first aid kit. I pulled the nike bag over my shoulder, then onto my back. I had my grey IPhone 6s in one hand and the AR-15 in the other. I took a deep breath as I came to my front door, I was terrified at what problems I imagined facing, what sacrifices I would have to make. I stepped out the door, leaving everything I had, my home, my memories, but it was better than dying. I carefully walked out onto the pavement, blood was covering the concrete, bodies piled everywhere. I could hardly even look, it was making me so sad. Shots & screams ringed through Newport, then all of the sudden someone sped past
I slowly walked up my creaky planks, and put my shaky hand onto the shiny bronze handle, turning it quickly. The door flung open, bodies, blood, organs, everywhere. I gagged and shivers ran down my spine, I was going to puke I thought. I ran searching for a place to throw up, i couldn't hold it anymore and I threw up brown material close to my back door, the taste disgusted me, it tasted like shit. I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my Tupac hoodie, I loved that hoodie, but at this point I really didn't give a damn. I stumbled over the mangled bodies of what used to be my parents, I couldn't look at them, if I did I would probably faint. I ran up to my bedroom and grabbed my black drawstring Nike bag, opening it, I scouted my room for stuff i needed to pack. I scanned my room, I put these things in my bag in this exact order- My Tupac hoodie, 4 pairs of calvin klein underwear, my portable energy bank, 2 pairs of sweatpants, 4 shirts, extra nike elites, my nwa flat brimmed hat, and my parents illegal AR-15 gun, along with some bullets. I did however change into something more clean before I left my house forever, I changed into a black t-shirt with a chicago bulls varsity jacket, black sagging pants and my Air Jordan 6 retro Oreo …show more content…
I went to the bathroom to fetch a few more things, including - deodorant, hand sanitizer, and a first aid kit. I pulled the nike bag over my shoulder, then onto my back. I had my grey IPhone 6s in one hand and the AR-15 in the other. I took a deep breath as I came to my front door, I was terrified at what problems I imagined facing, what sacrifices I would have to make. I stepped out the door, leaving everything I had, my home, my memories, but it was better than dying. I carefully walked out onto the pavement, blood was covering the concrete, bodies piled everywhere. I could hardly even look, it was making me so sad. Shots & screams ringed through Newport, then all of the sudden someone sped past