I was really pleased to find out that my story made it through the first round of 500 words! What an incredible achievement!
I didn’t make it through to the top 50 but i’m so happy to be in the mix with the best 5000 that i don’t think it really matters, plus there is always next year!!
My 500 Word Entry: Night Terror
My breath caught in my throat, i could hear it again. That raspy, shallow breathing. I knew it wasn’t my parents or my little brother- they had gone away for the night. I was all alone in the house.
I was completely frozen in fear, i could feel myself getting hotter beneath the covers and now i desperately needed to scratch my ankle but i couldn’t, daren’t move.
If i move, it might see me. It can’t see me under the covers… can it?
I’ve heard the breathing every night now for over a month but up until this moment i thought it had been my brother messing around. Not anymore.
I finally muster enough courage to shift my body, i flex my foot as if it were an involuntary movement in my sleep. It lands against something solid. I could feel something, someone sitting at the bottom of my bed. I couldn’t help but let out a gasp.
A wash of white heat radiated down my spine, i could hear it right beside my ear now and knew my gasp have moved it closer to my face. Was it watching me?
“Is that it? Is that all she wrote?”
Molly stared at the bottom of the bed expecting to see something, anything. She clung tightly to the old journal she had been reading.
A hand etched upwards between the wall and the mattress, it’s rotting fingers walking, inching their way towards Molly. It’s broken, chipped nails snagging on the fabric.
With an intense internal shiver Molly leapt from the bed causing the hand to retreat from whence it came.
“I’m not staying here!” Molly declared as if to whatever entity was occupying the room and threw the journal onto the bed before making a start for the door.
The journal dropped silently beneath the bed frame where the darkness consumed it.