Samantha Elbert!
Pounding and Laughter
Just keep running, don’t stop ,don’t look back. If you stop you’ll be
consumed by the sound of creepy laughter and the horrible pounding. I’m
Courtney Littletow n and I’m thriving to tell you this horror-filled tale.
It all started on August 16, 1872, when I was walking home from the bus
stop. As I bursted through the front door, joy and excitement on my face, I
realized that I was home alone. ”Hello?”, I pleaded, but no answer. I walked
down the long hall to my mothers room. We had lived without my father and
older brother Bobby for about a year. Old pictures still strung on the walls, old
memories willed away.
I walked back down the way I came, only to find that I was in what
seemed to be a different house entirely. The living room wallpaper worn away,
the furniture burnt to ash. ‘ What happened?’ I thought. My heart raced in my
tiny chest as I walked around the deserted room. Then, at that moment, the
pounding and laughter filled my home.
All around me the horrifying sound of laughter and pounding, like a
hammer hitting a nail. At this point I knew something was terribly wrong, so
instinct led me to find myself in never-ending run for my life.
My blood boiling, my skin burning. ‘ Just keep running ’ I thought. My
emotions mixed with the sounds and I screamed, ”STOP!!” Suddenly I was in my
mother’s arms crying, only to find that it was all a nightmare.
“Happy birthday sweetie,” My mother said in that soft voice that people
have, like when someone just died. That’s right, it’s my birthday. Today I’m
turning 8. ”Are you ok?” Mom questioned. ”Well I’m a fourth grader now, so of
course I’m ready. ”I responded, wiping tears from my face. I started
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