Own Story

"Bzzzzzzzzz!!!" the alarm rang. Small dirty hands hit the off switch and got
out of bed. The scrawny boy walked over to the window in his old spider-man
pajamas and looked outside. Everything was white as far as the eyes could see.

The ground was covered with a silky smooth blanket of fresh new snow, which
concealed the old brown sheet from the week before. By the driveway the top of
an "open house" peered out from the snow. After changing, the little child
proceeded down the brown carpeted stairs which spit up dust with every step he
took. The walls of the old house were maroon with an occasional faded outline of
an old picture. The hardwood floors were also barren and would creak with every
step. The boy walked into the kitchen, turned on the stove and placed a griddle
over it. Next he opened the old fashioned refrigerator. The light inside
flickered on and off as he reached for the eggs and bacon. He shut the door and
headed over to the counter where he placed the egg carton and bacon. His nimble
hands picked up three slices of bacon and broke two eggs on the griddle. The pan
was not warm so the eggs and bacon just sat there. Suddenly the boy heard a car
door slam and people talking. He looked out the window and saw two women heading
towards the front door. The shy boy quickly turned around and ran out the back
door. The people outside trudged through the thick heavy snow towards the front
door. They reached the doorstep of the off-white house, and rammed the rusty
knocker against the forest green door. The knock let out a loud hollow echo.

They stood in the cold waiting for someone to open the door, but after five
minutes they decided to invite themselves into the house. "Hello?" one woman
shouted. They waited for an answer but only heard the crackling of bacon grease
coming from the kitchen. The air had the savory scent of smoked bacon and eggs,
which made their stomachs growl. They slowly walked to the kitchen and peered in
to see nothing but burnt eggs and bacon on the sizzling griddle. They looked to
the left and saw that the back door was open. Outside, the tracks of fresh
footprints created a path in the snow that lead toward a white picket fence. The
gate to the fence swung back and forth in the cold sharp wind. "Ahhh!!

Help!!" a sharp shrill came from behind the fence. The two ladies gave each
other a quick glance as the call for help rang out over and over . They both ran
to the gate as the fresh snow flurried off from the soles of their boots. Two
feet past the gate they both tripped over a thin wire that was stretched out
across the ground. They lifted their now cold and wet faces out of the snow, and
saw nothing but an empty yard. The women began to grow goose bumps all over
their bodies and gave each other a nervous look. They stood up and wiped the
snow off their bodies. An angry growl grew louder and louder from behind them
and now their goose bumps grew to little mole hills all over their bodies. They
slowly turned around and they both became as white as the velvety snow that
surrounded them. Their knees began to shake and their hearts started to beat
faster and faster until their heartbeats became one monotone sound. Their eyes
opened widely and stared straight ahead as if they had seen a ghost. However, it
was no ghost they were looking at. Instead they were looking at a 12 year old
boy covered in snow and dirt. The fence had now been closed. A large evil grin
was stretched across the boy’s face and his jet black eyes glared at the two
helpless women. His arms were raised like a vampire before his transformation
into a bat. The women thought that the devil himself had possessed this boy.

This thought was the last that ever entered their heads. The boy let out a sharp
scream and pounced on the two women like a tiger who hadn’t eaten for weeks.

Their screams only lasted for a split second and then dead silence rang through
the cold dry air. The young boy, now tired from digging, threw the limp bodies
in the shallow graves in the snow. He filled the momentarily empty graves with
snow and