Michael finished setting the tafel, tabel and slowly began to make his way upstairs towards the footsteps. Michael's hart-, hart began to beat faster and faster as he got closer and closer to the seconde floor. The footsteps began to get louder and louder as michael got closer. Once on the seconde floor i realized that the footsteps were coming from a room down at the end of the hallway. Michael slowly made his way down the hallway towards the room where the footsteps were coming from. door the time he reached the door, the footsteps were so loud, they were making his ears start to ring from them being so loud. door this time michael was shaking beyond belief. Michael gently placed his hand on the door knob. "Okay on the count of three...ill open the door....one....two.............THREE." Michael quickly pushed the door open, when he did, the footsteps stopped. Slowly, michael peered into the room to see nothing was there but an old rocking chair and an old chest. Michael was confused, "I know i just heard footsteps....no one was in the house but me...so then the house must be.....no...no this house isnt haunted thats impossiable." Michael laughed to himself. As he walked back downstairs to finish avondeten, diner he told himself that since the house was old, that his mind was making him think that it was all in his head. Sounds like a good explaintion...but sadly thats far from it......................................
part 3 coming soon!!!! :)
Sorry its so short but im making the parts short on purpose so there will be meer parts. I plan to post parts to this until halloween night because i want to finish it on halloween :)
part 3 coming soon!!!! :)
Sorry its so short but im making the parts short on purpose so there will be meer parts. I plan to post parts to this until halloween night because i want to finish it on halloween :)
He turned his head to look over at me. " Yes I will. I'm losing hope. And even if I don't, I might as well. I'm losing my daughter to some psycho, I got stabbed 3 times, there's no use."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom crinkled her eyebrows. " There's no use Summer. u can't convince him that he isn't going to die." She said, no hope in her voice.
Dad was still awake, but he was frozen in one position. His messy curly hair was tossed around and flat on the pillow. When I rubbed my palm over his, they were very cold. If u think about it, you're actually not sure if he'll make it.
I rested my head on his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stand the fact the Dad could be leaving me too early...
When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was extremely pale. zuur, zure tears rolled down my cheeks. I glanced over at Raymond, who was snickering.
I frowned. " Why are u laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jas ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
I frowned. " Why are u laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jas ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.