Alone

A short horror story.

I was home by myself when it all happened. My parents had to go on a business trip while I stayed home by myself for two days. This was the first time my parents had decided to leave me at home overnight. I was very nervous when they announced that a few days ago. My only sibling, my older brother, was twenty and staying in an apartment until he could afford a house. My mother told me that if I got sick or hurt I could call my older brother. I didn’t care for my older brother Zac that much. He smoked pot and couldn’t keep a girlfriend for more than a month. I decided against having him over because I never knew when he might be drunk or high. He would invite all of his friends over, and they would trash the house then go run off to wherever they usually go.

Once my parents left, I watched TV for a couple of hours, but I eventually got bored of it. The sun had almost set which meant it was almost time for me to go to bed. I got undressed, brushed my teeth, and got into bed. I was playing on my tablet and chatting with my friends via text message until about eleven o’ clock. I was about to turn off my tablet when the power suddenly flickered, then went out. At first, I wondered what could have made the power go out until I looked outside. All of my neighbors’ lights were on so I figured I had blown a fuse. After all, I did have all of the lights on in the house at the time. I grabbed my flashlight and headed down stairs.

When I got to the basement, my flashlight started to dim and flicker. The basement was barren and cold. We never went in the basement unless we had to clean out the mouse traps. I needed to hurry to get the power back on before I couldn’t see anything at all. My flashlight cast eerie shadows across the walls. The shadows danced as I moved. I started to become frightened when my flashlight dimmed even more. The shadows on the wall seemed to mock me for my cowardice. I heard something squeak beneath my toe. When I looked down I saw a fat rat with one ear torn almost completely off. It scampered away when I shouted at it. I could see the fuse box just a few feet away. The fuse box was like a light at the end of a dark, deep tunnel. That fuse box would bring me comfort and it would scare away the monsters that lived in my mind.

I was within arms reach of the fuse box when a loud hissing noise startled me, and I threw my flashlight at it. It seemed to be a rat I had almost crushed. I couldn’t tell where anything was because everything was pitch black. When I threw my flashlight at the noise, my flashlight must have broken. I started grasping in the dark trying to find my bearings. The monsters in my mind were growing, feeding on my fear. They were taking over my subconscious. The monsters in my head had grown so much after that flashlight had broken that a rat wasn’t a small animal anymore. It was a giant, vicious creature ready to take a chunk out of me if I got too close. The cold, hard floor wasn’t the floor anymore. It was a death trap. If I took a wrong step I would fall into the Earth’s core.

I reached into the darkness when I found something. I pulled on it, but it wouldn’t budge. Then, I tried to pull it forward when, SNAP! I yelped in surprise and pain. I hadn’t found the fuse box - I had almost just broken my fingers in a mouse trap. I pried the trap off and yelled again. I was still trying to find the box when my hand fell upon a lever. I was reluctant to pull it because of what had just happened. But, curiosity killed the cat and I pulled. Then, the room flooded with light! I had found the fuse box! I danced upstairs back to my room and turned off all the lights in the house except for the one in my room. The experience in the basement had rattled me too much.

I pulled the covers over me and fell right asleep. I woke up with a startle. I hadn’t known why I woke up. I just did. Maybe it had been a loud noise from outside. I looked at the clock and found that it was three AM. I was about to get up and get a glass of water when I felt something tickle my feet. Goosebumps shot up my body as I looked down. It appeared to be the legs of a spider crawling up my bed. I had heard the phrase “frozen in fear”, but I never really understood it. But now I did. I tried to scream, I tried to move, but I couldn’t. It was like I was trapped inside my body, unable to move. The legs got bigger and they kept crawling. They kept getting bigger and bigger until they looked like a hand trying to find its way up onto my bed. The hand was black and wrinkled. It started tugging at my feet and trying to pull me down. I couldn’t yell, I couldn’t move! I was paralyzed with fear. The hand kept tugging. Then, a slow, raspy whisper said,

“I want your skin.”

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