Personal and Imaginative Story

Laura Johnston 12PG

I heard a noise, but at first I didn’t think anything of it. Then I heard another noise, this time it was louder and it caught my attention. Instantly, I awoke and sat up in my bed, I was scared; I didn’t know what that noise could be. I then heard noises of cupboard opening and became curious to what or who was making these noises. Immediately I reached for my dressing gown, which was laying on my dresser and put it on as quitely and discretely as possible, trying not to disturb what was going on down stairs.

Suddenly I heard a glass smash. I thought to my self that whoever was in my house is now in the kitchen and searching though my cupboards. What are they looking for? What’s going to happen? Am I going to get hurt? This question kept repeating in my head over and over. I knew what I had to do…. my curiosity had taken the best of me, I had to go down stairs no matter what.

Now I was at the top of my stairs and I knew I had to go down them quietly, one by one. I could hardly hold on to the railing because my hands were shaking so badly. I was trying to be as quite as possible so I didn’t disturb whoever or whatever was down stairs. As I went down the stairs all I wanted to do was to run back to my bedroom and hide under the covers, were I felt safe. But I knew I couldn’t because I had to find out what was in my house and what the hell where they doing in there? As I went down the stairs slowly one by one I felt so frightened, my heart was thumping and my whole body was shaking, what should have taken a few minutes seemed to be taking forever, the stairs went on and on, it seemed like hours before I finally reached the bottom.

That evening I had had friends over and we had drank a couple of glasses of wine. I looked around and I saw that my living room light was on and I really couldn’t remember if I had left it on or turned it off. But the thought that I had turned it off and somebody had turned it back on scared me. I then turned the light off and slowly as quite as a mouse walked towards the kitchen where the noise was coming .In the light I could see glass and utensils all over the kitchen ...

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Slowly I walked back to the living room, I felt a cold shiver down my spine, as if somebody was walking across my grave. As I got to the door I could see a shadow of a man in what looked like a long leather jacket; he came quickly towards me. I didn’t know what to do I just stood there in shock thinking how could this happen to me? I wanted to scream, run, shout but I couldn’t.

Then man grabbed me around my neck and whisped in my ear “Where’s you money?” I didn’t know what to say I was so scared and I could feel his Big, ruff hands around my neck holding on to me tightly. A small stuttered voice came out of my mouth and said “u……up….stairs” He shouted back “LOOK….YOU SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!……….OK? AND YOU WILL NOT GET HURT!!!!!!!………UNDERSTAND??” The man pushed me into the corner of the living room. I could see that he was worried and scared. I don’t think that he realised somebody was in the house. He was panicking. He kept on walking from one side of the room to another and mumbling something to himself. I sat in the corner, scared my heart was racing, my body sweating and I couldn’t stop shaking. All I could do was watch him walking up and down from side to side thinking what was he going to do next? What’s going to happen to me? The man spoke, he had a very distinctive tone to his voice he sounded Scottish. I looked up at the mans dark and shadowed face and realised that he had along scar from his eye to the corner of his mouth. I was now very afraid wondering and watching him carefully to see what he was going to do next. My hands where shaking so violently now I had to cross my arms so the man didn’t see how scared I was of him.

He walked over to me and knelled in front of me. I tried to move away from him but could only push myself further against the wall. I had never been so scared and didn’t know what he would do, he then spoke in a calm and calculated voice and said “I really don’t want to hurt you, but if you make this difficult for me then I might… change my mind.” He paused for a moment and then said to me in a louder voice “RIGHT LAS…. YOU STAY RIGHT THERE…DON’T MOVE!!!!!!!” When he said that he didn’t want to hurt me I wasn’t in the slightest reassured.

The man then walked towards the door, threw his coat on to the sofa, and ran up stairs in the hope of getting my money, an irrational thought came into my head, I took the chance and ran towards my bookcase which was on the other side of the room, I reached the phone and dialled 999 as quickly as my shaky hands allowed

A large hand reached for the phone; snatched it of my hand and slammed it down really hard. I didn’t hear him come back down the stairs. I was pushed violently against the wall of my living room. He shouted to me “I TOLD YOU NOT TO PUSH ME?…………………….WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING AS STUPID AS THAT LAS?” I just sat there in the corner crying and shaking. I didn’t say nothing back to him I just looked in to his eyes. He was now holding me against the wall while I struggled to get away. My eyes focused on his right hand, large and tanned, the nails were broken and dirty. On the top of his left arm he had a large cut on the inside of his arm. The cut looked very resent. He had very dark hair on his arms just discussing the end of a tattoo, which disappeared up his right arm.

He went over to his coat and pulled something out, I couldn’t see what it was though because of the light. But then he came back to me quickly and he said to me “I WARNED YOU ABOUT THIS.” I looked at him knowing he was going to hurt me or even kill me. I was now panicking. I screamed back “please don’t hurt me!” I pleaded with him, “please……..don’t! I know you don’t really want to do this do you?” He replied, “You have left me no choice”

He slowly moved his hand to the back of him. I could see as clear as rain what he had in his hand. It was a knife, a big sharp knife. I was terrified. I was trying to break free, I kept wriggling and hitting him but it seemed to make absolutely no difference at all,I gave up, he then moved the knife quickly towards me and pushed the blade into my stomach and pulled it out again. He then took 2 spaces back and watched me bleed. I grabbed my stomach looked at my hand it was covered in bright red blood, my blood

I was panicking and crying the pain was unbearable, and all I could see was his deep brown eyes, which seemed to tunnel on forever.

From where I was standing he looked like the devil himself.