Key:
(ff/n): female friend's name
_____: insert your name here
'Ding dong' the door's song echoes throughout the house. "Please get the door, ____!" Mum calls out. "I'm busy!", you yell back from inside your room. "Just get the door!", she yells. You grumble, finally getting off your bed, open your door and walk downstairs, yelling, "Fine!"
As you get closer to the door, you hear the doorbell going off again. You moodily grumble, "Ok, ok, I'm coming! Hold your d*mn horses!" Hand on the door handle, you wrench it open in anger and end up glaring at air. Becoming puzzled, you step out onto the porch to look for anyone nearby but stop to look down when your favourite white sneakers bump into something.
Bile begins to rise in your throat as shock paints your face. Mum's yell asking about who's at the door sounds so far away...because there at your feet; is a bloodied kitchen knife and it's covered in the stuff, drenching your beige and black welcome mat a sickening red. What's more is that there looks to be some...flesh on it...And even more concerning than that is the fact that it looks exactly like your mum's kitchen knife.
A hand on your shoulder startles you, causing you to jump into the air. "Whoa! What's gotten into you, ____?"
Your mum looks worriedly at you and her worry only growing when you don't answer and your breathing quickens.
Seeing her worried, you force a smile and try to push her in. She raises an eyebrow at you. You nervously chuckle, "I-I just forgot I h-had homework. Sorry for worrying you.", you say continuing to push her in. She looks back at you but then raises her head and walks around you, going back out and onto the porch.
"Hey, Miranda! Long time no-", but she is cut off when you yell, "No! Mum, don't go out there! There's-" However you cut your warning off when she turns to look puzzled at you. 'Did she not see it?!'
She turns to Miranda, a woman with brown hair and green eyes, and tells her she'll talk later. Turning back to you, she gazes worriedly at you but you look away. "What was that about? _____, answer me, I asked you a question." Sighing, you point behind you. "I didn't want you to see it..." She looks behind you to where you're pointing. "The welcome mat? I don't see anything wrong with it." Puzzled, you shake your head 'no' before turning around beginning to say, "That's not what I'm ta-...", but stop on seeing the welcome mat.
Mum was indeed right. There was nothing wrong with the mat. In fact, the bloodied knife was gone and so was the stains. Looking back to her, you frantically say, "There was a knife just like yours there on the mat! It was covered in blood and flesh! And-"
You're interrupted by your mum's disbelieving stare. "Now you know there's nothing there, _____. If you want to make up stories, please do so with your friends. I don't have time for your nonsense.", mum says as she leaves you on the porch, going back inside herself. You stare after her, in disbelief as well. 'She won't believe me!'
As you begin to walk back inside, a chill races down your spine. 'Someone is watching me.' Turning around quickly to find the source of your discomfort, you find nothing but an eerily quiet neighborhood. Turning back to head inside, you swear you could hear someone whisper your name but you eventually brush it off as a lack of energy and those games you play.
You close the door behind you but you just can't shake off the everlasting chills running through your body...
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Your mum is heading out with your dad for a night out. Tonight you plan to just chill with your favourite series on Netflix.
Eventually after bidding your parents goodbye, you settle down on the beige living room couch. Switching on your Wi-Fi router, you scan through the menu and click on your favourite show. Your favourite series begins to play.
