It was noon, I got home

It was quiet,

It was very quiet,

Chill runs down my spine.

Its very out of place to be scared at noon.

But I suddenly feel...., something is lurking within the house.

I hid my secret, there's no way in a million timelines they would find it.

That sheet of a tree bark should not been found, I meticulously did it with no soul ever knowing.

But how?

I stepped on the cold tiles of the house, trudging further and further, checking every corner that comes my way.

And then nothing......

Nothing, just complete isolation from the rest of the world.

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Calmed myself down, I brewed myself some coffee--

Or not! Someone is in there!

FOOSTEPS! I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE FROM THE SOUND ALONE!

Shit! Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!

Nervous, I peeked on to the corner.

I need to make out the figure on who that is,

....? A foot sized object hurdling towards me? WAI---

.......... ..........

In my fading consciousness I only heard one thing and one thing only.

"Why are you not like Johnny? I didn't raise such a dumb kid to get A- !"

And then everything went to black, until the next morning............

I don't know how to make horror and is my first time trying one, I won't know if it will be good or not but that's fine.