One-short Horror

I Was Alone

"I was alone" I settled down at my desk with a glass of warm milk and cookies, preparing to paint a canvas for my mother's birthday that was coming up this week. Everything was laid out. My paints organised by colour, paint brushes laid from smallest to tallest, and a playlist that was playing in the background from my computer. I'm the only child in my family. My dad is fighting the war in Iraq with the US military while my mam works three jobs to pay the bills. Which means I'm often home alone. I don't have enough money to buy my mother a present since I'm a Senior in High School and only get a part-time job in the summer, so I decided to paint something that would mean so much to her as it does to me.

I'm not a big fan of school to be honest. It has changed people, the people I used to call my friends. Only two people didn't leave me, my best friends, Megan and Clara. Yet when I'm finished with school I won't get a see them ever again since I'll be heading over to France to do my university course. "8 years of friendship wasted" some people would say but yet they were the best 8 years of my life, filled with laughter and Memories. I sigh and giggled at the thought of it. As the hours went by with my wrist starting to ache, I began to feel hungry. The clock struck 9 as I went into the kitchen and prepare myself a chicken fillet roll.

As I returned back to my desk with the plate, I realised that all my paints were knocked over the place and paint splattered all over my laptop and the walls. I panicked and ran back into the kitchen to grab a cloth to clean it up before it dryed. Afterwards I sat back down on my desk and dug into my roll. The flavours going through the roll was mouth drolling. "wait" I thought to myself. "How did the paint get everywhere without me knocking them over?"I stumble to my feet and looked around the sitting room for any clues. In the corner of my eye by the hallway, I saw the oak wooden floor covered in a green shape, a footprint? But I'm home alone. I started to worry. I grabbed the pair of scissors that was from my stationery and made my way down the hallway, following the green footprints which are turning into other colours that were splattered all over the floor. The footprints ended at the front of my parents door.

My heart was pounding out of my chest as I put my left hand on the door with the scissors in my other hand holding onto it for dear life and was ready for anything to pounce at me. I let a harsh exhale out and pushed into the door as I open it. At the perfect time, all the power went. I stumbled over my own feet and fell to the floor with a loud thod. I rolled my eyes "this is like something from a horror film" I whisper under my breath."What makes you think that honey" a raspy voice said through the darkness. My eye lit up as I heard the response but yet I couldn't move due to the fear and shock running through my body. The floor boards underneath me creek with more pressure been added onto them. Suddenly the power flicked back on and I looked over at the door as the light illuminate the hall and a bit of the room but still was pitch black. I slowly turned my head back to be met by a man on all fours with his eyes shining from the light with a devilish smirk, barley able to make out him.

My name is Samantha and I was home alone, are you?