jellybellifish

I am an aussie and i love to sing and play the flute. I especially love to play with my kitties. This is a thriller story i wrote. tell me what you think-
My alarm clock buzzed bringing me out of my sleep. I glanced bleary eyed at the green, glowing numbers dimly lighting my sparsely decorated room. It was only 12am and I could hear the rain pattering outside my window. My stupid brother must have been messing with my alarm settings again. I’m going to make him pay for that… If I have the energy. I didn’t think I would ever get to sleep when, all of a sudden, just as I was about to drift off, I heard a tap coming from down stairs. Just a single, metallic tap. I froze; now completely awake, listening for something that would give away what the source of that sound was. Nothing. I waited a little longer. Still nothing. Just as I had decided that my ears must have been playing tricks on me, there it was again. But this time it was louder, closer. I sat up silently, trying to decide whether or not to get up and investigate. My mind flashed through images of horror movies where the girl will get up to see what it is and subsequently get her head chopped off. That made my mind up on whether or not to get up. I lay back down, cringing at every rustle in my bed sheets, every squeak of the bed frame. I lay there frozen, hardly daring to breath incase it would give away that I was there. There it was again… it sounded almost, robotic? What if some creep from the robotics club had followed me home with one of his creepy contraptions and was going to kill me for making a better robot than him. I could see a light flicker to life in the hallway and a shadow creeping down along the walls. It was a huge, bulky looking person with what looked to be some sort of spike in his hand dripping with something dark and wet. Wait! Was that the blood of one of my family members? Was my brother dead? I know I said I was going to make him pay for messing with my alarm clock but I never wanted him dead! I knew at least my dad must’ve been safe because he still hadn’t gotten back from the trip to see his brother. The shadow crept closer and closer till I could see his hand reaching out to finish pushing my door open. I imagined I could see blood dripping from his hand onto my white carpet, pooling at his feet. My door swung open and I let out a blood curdling scream hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue. My light flicked on and I saw none other than my dad, dripping wet, with his huge coat on and umbrella in hand. I jumped up and ran to him, flinging myself into his arms, crying from pure shock and joy. My dad had just gotten home and the tapping was from his umbrella, which kept slipping out of his hands. The supposed blood had simply been rain from outside and he was just coming in to say goodnight. Boy was I going to make my brother pay for waking me up.