You see, I always get this feeling that someone...or someTHING is watching
me. I guess it's just me being paranoid, but my heart never fails to skip a beat
when I’m alone.
One day, about a month after I turned 13 and my parents – actually my adoptive
parents - finally agreed to letting me stay home alone, I was sitting on the couch
in the cozy living room eating an ice cream sandwich. So I guess you're probably
wondering, okay so where's the scary stuff. Well, here's the thing, after watching
about five (eight?) episodes of really, really lame shows, I finally realized that
I wasn't missing on anything when I wasn’t allowed to stay home alone. I went
upstairs to read a book, when all of a sudden I heard a squeak! My heart flipped
and nearly jumped out of my chest. There was a pressure in my ears that I always
got when this happens. I slowly turned around and saw... nothing. Nothing At All.
Told you I was paranoid.
So I went up the stairs again after checking the time on
the oven clock; 9:23. Hmm, not as late as i thought. When I reached the top of the
stairs, I heard a strange moaning sound. Ohhhh. Ohhhh. I froze. It was coming from
the bathroom. I tried to get my brain working again by trying to decide whether to
run and hide, or see what the sound was. I guess my curiosity took over. I ran to
my parents room, and grabbed my father's pocket knife, and slowly jogged back to
the bathroom door. There was nothing but silence. It was quiet... too quiet. I
thought I left the TV on. My heart pace quickened, and my hands started to sweat.
I heard the moaning again and for a second I lost my courage and wanted to run
under the covers in my room and hide.
While I was pondering about this thought, a
shadow fell upon me. I turned around and again there was nothing. The phone
started ringing and the moaning stopped. My hand fell from the door's handle. I
reached for the cordless on the table in the hallway next to the bathroom. UNKNOWN
CALLER. My parents told me to answer no one but them but I was really scared and
desperate to talk to someone.
"Is this Anna speaking?"
"Umm, wh-who is this?"
"Go to your room and turn on the light, Anna."
There was a strange echo on the phone. The kind you get when someone's calling
from the house to another phone inside the home. As this thought finally
registered in my mind, I felt faint.
I told the caller, "Why do you want me to go to my room."
“Do it, Anna," the voice obviously belonged to a man, and I had a feeling there would
be worse consequences if I didn't listen to the order, at least that's what it felt
like it was.
CLICK. The phone shut. I ended the call, and headed to my room. I opened the door and
turned on the light. "Ahhhh! What are you doing here?!!!"
Two figured stood in the doorway. Two figures who appeared to look exactly as my
Turns out they came home early and wanted to give me a little scare. The squeak I
heard was them coming from the garage and they turned off the TV. They also used
the alternate staircase to head to my room and make a prank call. They used the
"What i don't get though," I started as soon as we were all done laughing, "is how
you guys went to the bathroom and started making all those moaning sounds, it
sounded like you were really hurt or sad or something. And the shadow you made pass
over me, that was an awesome special effect. Ha! I never would have thought you'd
have i-" I stopped as soon as I saw the looks of fear and confusion plain as day on
"What's wrong," I asked nervously.
"We--you see, we were in your room the whole time we got here," explained my father.
"But that doesn't expla-" i stopped suddenly,"oh i get it, this is part of your
prank, huh, thought you could get me again? Well too bad, cause it ain't gonna
My mom stepped forward,"honest, Anna, dear we don't kno-kn-," she coughed and
started again, her throat raspy," don't know what-"
She suddenly fell to the floor as a dark shadow passed over. It looked at my father
and he fell to the floor, too. I dropped down, but because of fear. I tried to feel
their pulse, but I couldn't find any. They were dead and I was alone. I looked at
that hideous shadow with the sagging face and dark holes for eyes, and it suddenly
spoke," you are not alone, Anna, for you are one of us."
Remember how I told you I thought I was only being paranoid? Well, it turns out
that these shadows are from the underworld. And my real parents, well my father
anyway, is the King of Demons, and my mother, well she's just a human who happened
to marry a demon. Me? I'm just half and half. And these full demons were watching
over me. Beware, you might be half demon, too...