When I come home from school there's a note on the table that says
*I'm coming home soon stay there and do your homework before I come back*
I carry my stuff upstairs and get out my laptop to help me with my book report.
The package the guy gave me yesterday was on the table.
I couldn't open it.
To be honest I was scared to.
Even if it was just a bunch of junk,we never had anyone that was that close to us.
I pondered about it until I realized I had work to do.
I hop in the shower.
Once I dry off I put on my pajamas.
My procrastination had gotten worse,and I started to play music.
It stopped for no reason,so I checked the speakers.
No wifi,just what I needed.
A static sound started crackling.
It sounded as if it was going to explode,so I turned it off.
Should've known,the things five years old.
I get back to working on my homework.
After 30 minutes,I'm almost done and I hear a noise.
I keep on working,and I hear it again.
It's sounds like shovels in the dirt.
The patting started up again.
I shut my laptop and slowly walk downstairs.
I grab scissors while I'm downstairs.
I look out the window and I see a pale old little boy with a serious face. He has a shovel in his hand.
The sound was growing,like a beating heart.
My eyes were focased on his broken soul.
His eyes were black and dark.
As if someone had drilled them out.
The force lets go.
Once I look down he's gone.
I'm standing there afraid as ever.
My mom comes through the door,and sees me standing there.
"Honey is everything okay?you look a little pale"
I just stand there giving her a worried look.