I sat lounging on a couch becoming bored of Jeopardy. My feet swung and my head laid uncomfortably on the back of the couch.
I was nine years old when I died.
My parents were away working and my brother was staying at a friends house. I was fine by myself and didn’t really care what was going on.
The time was 9:47, way past my bed time, but I knew that my parents wouldn’t come home til 11:00.
Clicking off the TV I silently listened to the buzzing of it as it slowly lost power.
A creak sounded…
I looked around thinking it was my brother.
“Ben?” I called innocently. “Ben, is that you?”
Slow heavy footsteps approached from the darkness of the kitchen.
“Ben?”
Squinting now I focused on a moving object in front of me.
A leather hand covered
I was nine years old when I died.
My parents were away working and my brother was staying at a friends house. I was fine by myself and didn’t really care what was going on.
The time was 9:47, way past my bed time, but I knew that my parents wouldn’t come home til 11:00.
Clicking off the TV I silently listened to the buzzing of it as it slowly lost power.
A creak sounded…
I looked around thinking it was my brother.
“Ben?” I called innocently. “Ben, is that you?”
Slow heavy footsteps approached from the darkness of the kitchen.
“Ben?”
Squinting now I focused on a moving object in front of me.
A leather hand covered