Screams

(a basic horror? story)

by Eloise Guthrie

relation to Macbeth

the main character is like Macbeth in the way she’s like a tragic hero. She has a fatal flaw is her curiosity making her go against her better judgment, like Macbeth has a power for hunger making him go against his better judgment and so both main characters die yay and has tragic end! Yo lol this sucks gdgdhtrj

; D fun!

short story

Jane jerks her head through the window, trying to catch what has recently been howling throughout her neighborhood, a sharp streak hurls out from the new arrival’s yard across the street. Every night since her neighbour had moved into the house, she had been hearing the horrible streaky sound. She had been futilely asking around, but nought, no one knew. It kept bugging her, she was staying awake all night restlessly inquiring about what could possibly be going on? It had occurred to her that she could go visit the neighbour, but the thought frightened Jane. She was terrified sitting on the edge of her bed. What if the new neighbor was a psychopath? Would it be the right thing to do? What if they killed her the second jane said hello? What if Jane didn’t find anything… what if she did? the screaming might be people being tortured? Too many questions, not enough answers. And only one way to find out…

A dark lean gloomy hallway stretches in front of jane. She shivers. Why is she here? She frantically swipes her gaze left, right, left, right. The hairs on the back of her neck prickle upwards. She freezes, Jane feels as if she’s been watched. The hallway is getting darker and darker. Jane huffs a little bit, as she’s walked a while now. Jane feels a deep pit in her stomach, but her feet lead her on, siding with jane’s burning passion to figure out what in the world is going on here.

Jane squints ahead and finally spots a door the whole was through she hadn’t seen any doors. There was a mirror next to it. The mirror being quite tall and looking very antique. Jane starts to run a little to get there but ends up just fast walking. she I look into the mirror, she gasps, her reflection isn’t showing up? The room continues to get darker. jane notices that there’s a note on the top left of the window. It’s written in an eerie red handwriting, “Don’t look into her eyes.”

Jane lets out a small whine, there’s something going on and she’s not so sure anymore that she wants to find out. Her mind tells her to investigate a little more, just to fulfill her curiosity, she gives in promising herself after she’ll get straight out of here. she inquires a little deeper at the mirror. Who is she? What’s in her eyes? The thoughts spiral in jane’s mind. She wants to figure this out, but she can’t. she pulls at her hair, a gleam of desperation in her eyes. she stares intensely in my thoughts. Movement. Her mind races back to reality! Just in time to see a blurred face of a girl with a blonde pigtail. jane gasps and turn around. nothing. Was there a girl? Was this the girl the note was talking about? Surely not jane desperately thinks she’s just a little girl. Jane quickly peek into the room to see it’s just a boring room with an old bed in it. She doesn’t look for long. She feels really disturbed about

what she had seen but Janes decides It doesn’t matter anymore. She starts to frantically sprint back down the hallway but stops suddenly in her tracks. In the distance there’s a blurry outline of a little girl with pigtails siting on a chair. As jane gets closer she squints to see the girl tied to the chair with some kind of thick black rope. The little girl’s eyes are closed. Jane goes to sidestep keeping her eyes glued on the creepy child. The little girl capriciously opens her eyes, jane quickly looks away, but she peaks back, she knows that she probably shouldn’t look but her mind tells her it couldn’t be that bad, jane looks for a second but instead of turning away she can’t! The little girl eyes are hard to explain but it looks like that your staring into an abyss. The malicious child smiles creepily but jane doesn’t notice as she’s lost, stuck? Jane feels like she’s about to explode.

She lets out a mumbled half cry, “my…my head, it hurts help!” she tries to pull her eyes away, but she can’t. she looks desperate, “an