To beginning formunating our story in English we had brainstorming sessions in class. After the brainstorming sessions we wrote a rough draft, and then through the next several days we finalized our story. My inspiration from the story was the night before the brainstorming session I was home alone in my house and I began to think back on what my first time home alone was like. I was nervous, but I eventually got through it.
“Goodbye Timmy, see you later tonight,” Timmy’s mother said, as she and Timmy’s father got in the car and backed out of the driveway. It was his first time home alone.
At the old age of eight, Timmy, who was strapped with two Nerf guns, was ready to take on the horrors of the night. He walked from the front door to the dining room table. It was a school night, but Timmy had already finished all of his homework, which he now placed neatly in his backpack. He had set his Nerf gun on the edge of the table, and it suddenly hit the hardwood floor. Scared, he jumped up, knocking his backpack over, spilling his papers across the floor.
Yet, as Timmy went to pick up the papers, they slid away from him, and as he went to get them again they slid further away. With a cold chill up his spine, he dashed out of the dining hall and into the kitchen with a face as white as baby powder. He peeked around the corner and peered into the dining room, scanning for more paranormal activity.
What he saw was an open window.
Ashamed that he had been scared of some measly wind, he contemplated closing the window. But h decided to leave the window as it was, just in case he would need to use it to escape. He gathered the loose papers, put them in his backpack and zipped it up, all while reassuring himself that there are no monsters in his house.
Just as his heart rate returned to normal he heard a another mysterious sound coming from the dark hallway, which lead to his room. Timmy white knuckle gripped his only Nerf gun, and with a burst of energy, he sprinted into the void towards the light switch. Misjudging his speed, he slid past the switch. Scrambling to escape the grasp of darkness, he skates on the slick wood and narrowly escaped by hitting the light switch just in time.
From the safety of the lit hallway Timmy was just able to reach the light switch of his room. Examining his untidy bed on his right side and dark wood dresser, he noticed the stack of dusty, new books had fallen over.
Just as he was bending over to put the books away the lights flickered. Then they flickered again. Then they were out. Scrambling like a chicken with its head cut off he ripped the Nerf gun out of the pocket of his jeans and aimed it at the abyss that just swallowed him. Tripping over books and sliding across the floor Timmy managed to grasp the light switch and turn it off and on as many times as he could. With no luck he slid down and back against the wall.
Timmy was sweating profusely and twitching at every sound, but disaster struck when he could hear the sound of the doorknob jiggling.
If little Timmy were to look into a mirror at this exact moment he would see a ghost staring back at him. Timmy’s imagination lit up as to what might be at the door – a pearly white ghost, a vampire with teeth as sharp as knives, or perhaps it was Timmy as an old man so frail and weak that he could barely move.
His heart accelerated until he couldn’t sit still anymore. With adrenaline fueling his every move he made his way toward the front door, navigating in the dark by running his hand along the wall while clutching the nerf gun, his only means of protection.
Just as he was reaching the end of the hallway heard the door swing open. Who could it be? Why were they here? How did they get in? Timmy heard two pairs of feet shuffling about.
Finally, relief washed over him when his mother said, “Timmy we’re home”.