wrote this in eglish it sucks but you know

screams

by Trixie 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 dies yay and has tragic end! Yo lol this sucks gdgdhtrj

; D fun!

short story

I jerk my head through the window, trying to catch what has recently been howling throughout my neighborhood, a sharp streak hurls out from the new arrival’s yard. Every night since my neighbour had moved into the house across the street, I was hearing the noise. I futilely tried asking around, but nought, no one knew. It kept bugging me, I was staying awake all night restlessly inquiring about what could possibly be going on? It had occurred to me that I could go visit the neighbour, but the thought frightened me. What if the new neighbor was a psychopath? Is it even the right thing to do? What if they killed me the second I said hello? What if I didn’t find something… what if I 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 m. Why am I here? I frantically swipe my gaze left, right, left, right. I feel my hairs on the back of my neck prickles upwards. A shock of terror hits me, as it feels as if I’m being watched. The hallway is getting darker and darker. I huff a little as I am getting more tired the further I go on. I really should leave, but my feet lead me on, siding with my burning passion to figure out what in the world is going on.

I squint ahead and I finally spot a door. I hadn’t seen any doors since I walked in, which I thought quite odd. There was a mirror next to it. The mirror being quite tall and looking very antique. I start to run a little to get there but I end up fast walking as I don’t want to make any noise. As I look into the mirror, I gasp, my reflection isn’t showing up?

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.”

I shudder- there’s something going on and I’m not so sure anymore that I want to find out. I decide to investigate a little more, just to fulfill my curiosity, and then I’ll get out of here. I look a little deeper at the mirror. Who is she? What’s in her eyes? The thoughts spiral in my mind. I want to figure this out, but I can’t. I need to. I stare intensely in my thoughts. Movement. My mind is back to reality! Just in time to see a blurred face of a girl with a blonde pigtail. I gasp I turn around. Was this the girl the note was talking about? Surely not, it was just a little girl. I peek into the room its just a boring room with an old bed in it. I’m still creeped out by what I saw in the mirror, but I’ve decided It doesn’t matter anymore as I’m getting out of here.

I start to sprint a little back down the hallway and then stop suddenly in my tracks. In the distance I see a blurry outline of a little girl with pigtails siting on a chair. As I approach, I

notice she’s tied to the chair with some kind of thick black rope. Her eyes are closed, and I decide to sidestep her keeping my eyes on her. I get a metre away from her she capriciously opens her eyes I quickly look away, but I want to know why they said not to look, it couldn’t be that bad, I’ll look for a second. I take my hands on my eyes and I galk it’s like I’m staring into the abyss her eyes contain nothing? She smiles creepily but I don’t mind as I’m lost trying to find something. My brain hurts, I try and pull my eyes away. I can’t. I try and try. It hurts. Or even it’s the lack of anything

bare

Empty

Nothing

It all goes black. I don’t know when, I opened my eyes to an old nice-looking lady. She oddly looks familiar. She has pigtails. I look around at where I am. I’m in a nice room, on a warm cozy antique bed, one you’d expect an old lady to have. “Where am I?”

“Hello?” she looks at me kindly, “Oh I found you at my front door passed out, I didn’t know what to do, so I put you in here.”

“Really!??” I galk, not believing this old lady carried me all the way to her room. “Err, thank you?”

She turns away, “Did you have any dreams?”

What a weird thing to ask….? Though, maybe everything that just happened was a dream…but it felt so vivid and real.

“Oh yeah, I think I did?” I reply awkwardly.

“hmm, what was it about” she reply’s soothingly.

“Oh,” I realise she’s probably trying to make this situation less awkward.

“It was dark, and I was walking down a long hallway and there was a child and her eyes were really …. I dunno.”

She nods sadly and looks down.

“You should have listened,” was that hoarseness I heard she looks up suddenly and I scream.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahahahah(egnore the ar(…) its just funny)

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Draft

Recently, I've been hearing screams and cruel laughter at nighttime coming from my neighborhoods yard I've gone over to ask but the person you live there hasn’t replied. I really want to know what's going on and it’s been bugging me, so I feel the only way to find out what's going on is to go into the house.

- I notice a mirror which is odd there has been no doors in the hall way so far and now’s theres a mirror I assume half way through? I get to the mirror it does reflect the wall behind me but it isn’t reflecting me?

stare intensely lost in my thoughts

It that writing there it says don't look into her eyes\

I hear giggling through the door I decide to open it

and sees a young girl strapped on a chair the girl opens her eyes and as you investigate them it feels like your looking into the abyss just nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Empty

Blankness

?

you wake up and an old lady who looks familiar to your says she found you knocked out in her house she seems nice too nice she overs you cookies, you say it okay and ask her how you got here you can’t seem to remember, she tells you sleep walked into her house she couldn't get your attention and you walked into the wall, explaining why your head hurts, I remember seeing a child you think back you what she looked like, that’s why the lady looked familiar they had the same head shape "I looked into her eyes and I got so lost

The lady looks at your weirdly, what did you see?

She kinder looked like you she had two little braids and her eyes felt like there was just nothing there like I looked into them

The woman looks down

I’m sorry you have seen too much I had hoped you w