She tapped her laptop as she groaned. One long night by herself and her parents still aren't home. She plugged her laptop charger in as she tried calling them for what felt like the 20th time, the phone call immediately went to voice mail and she guessed that her parents shut off their phones. She checked her texts next, no new messages. Of course it was fricken 3 in the morning anyways, it was nearly 4 and she decided that she'll just go downstairs to make herself some breakfast. But who needs a long line of text to describe how she went down the stairs. She just went down the stairs when a sudden tug stopped her. She turned around and... it was the dog. She kneeled down and patted the dog before realising that it should be with her parents since they took it with them. She stared quietly at the dog and as each moment passed she swore that the dog was getting more and more transparent. But she could still feel her, she passed it off as her imagination as she went to the kitchen and got herself the cereal. As she poured the milk she got out the spoon at the same time. She sighed and started to slowly eat the cereal as she checked the time. 4:03 am, "Ma Ma!" She lost her grip on the bowl as she looked up, the shattered sound of the glass shards echoed around the room when she reached for the little boy's face. Making sure he was real and not an illusion or a ghost. It was a weird name to give him, but she didn't care. "...Marsh?" The little boy giggled and escaped her grip as he raced to the basement "Hey! Wait!" She ran after him and opened the basement door... she screamed, several heads and bodies were on the floor. Blood was splattered around the walls and food, Marsh was hanging in the middle of it all his body faced her backwards. The breeze came in from the open door creating The horror movie cliche as his body turned around the deathly smile and the red black eyes was enough for her to run back upstairs and slam the door behind her. "Ma! Ma please let me put I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'^^ 50R4Y." She locked the basement door and checked the time again 4:35 am. She stepped back from the pounding door and catches her breath. She heard of stories before. She knew that children from her neighbourhood were going missing with their parents. She laughed this movie cliche. If it was real then she could also be a character in a story, the writer can decide her fate anytime as she walked up to the bathroom. Hell this place could even be haunted or worse. She took out her tooth brush and started up the water, as she looked into the mirror,the mirror reflected something shiny behind her and she looked behind her. Nothing. When she turned back there was the dog. No the dog's head. The water she was running was now red as she spat out the foam. Sht first dead bodies now the dog. This was definitely a cliche now. She ran to her bedroom and She hopped into he bed before pulling her blankets over her. She didn't want to see anymore dead bodies. Not now not today for sure. She checked the time. 4:57 she breathed for a moment...And turned around she screamed tearing off the blankets from Her as the rotting body was flung onto the wall and stopped moving. She panted this was definitely a story now. She could die in anyway the writer pleased. This was stupid. All too stupid. She backed towards the door and turned to run.








































5:00am.
You have a new message from 'mum and dad'




































"SNAP my darling :)"