Short-story | Creative Writing | Prompt |
Have you ever…?
Run for your life!
Today I got home and found a huge mess.
The door was open… there were broken plates and glasses, overturned chairs, dishcloths all over the floor, a pan lying around…
I was a bit scared seeing it all that mess along with black footprints all over, but I was curious and concerned about my family, so, the urge to get in was bigger than the fear.
I looked and did not feel the scary atmosphere — I am a sensitive person and always trust my instincts — when I went inside.
I heard a big bark, and this enormous dog came running through the door and knocked me down.
I immediately felt glued to one of the black footprints and almost fainted!
I started picturing scenes of attack, blood all over and the killer stepping over it and leaving those black footprints when he was coming out.
I was so scared about what I would find inside, but I also wanted so badly to know what happened. I found the strength inside me to unpin myself from that black stuff and go on.
As I entered the kitchen and moved forward to the living room I heard racing.
