Written for English class. Wrote it all tonight. Ugh. It's due tomorrow, but students convinced Miss Cliffe it's due Friday, not Wednesday. I ain't taking no chances though! It's ten forty at night. Augh...


A Bump in the Night

A predatory storm raged across the blackened sky, penetrating the dark of the night with intensely bright lightning. The rumbling sea threw roaring waves into the cliffside, each crashing wave seeming to vibrate through the ground. My parents had left me alone tonight, had left for a night in the city when the wind had only gently wisped the skeletal trees that were now ripped by their roots. Not a shard of light blanketed the rolling hills behind my home, for my parents preferred a life without neighbours.

The cold ruthlessly bit at my skin as the pounding of bitter rain battered my metal roof, and the ravenous roll of thunder shook the atmosphere. Goosebumps flooded my skin as with tremulous hands, I wrenched my sheets closer. I peered at the digital clock to my left, and it flashed the time in a monotonous rhythm: 9:27pm.

"Oh, come on," I whimpered through teeth that failed to cooperate with my brain, which demanded they cease their violent chattering. The ominous storm struck merciless terror into me, manipulating me like a feeble puppet at its master's hands. "Mum and Dad said they'd be home by eleven. That's more than an hour away."

I was utterly freezing, not to mention suffering from a ruthless headache caused by my violent shaking that seemed to split my head in two. The silent, but foreboding flashes of lightening cut through my closed curtains, forewarning me of the thunder that would inevitably follow their flashes.

In a slow second, it not only illuminated the enormous, woolly jacket carelessly thrown on the floor. The one I was too frightened to flee the covers of my bed to grab, in fear of the monsters stalking through darkness, patiently waiting for me to leave the safety of my bed. It revealed the many shapes and shadows that the imagination of any twelve-year-old would morph into the many blood-lusting monsters that haunt our nightmares. To my ultimate dismay, tonight I felt they were haunting me in reality too.

When a daunting noise slithered its way into my ears, I froze, pallor sweeping across my face at the uncanny sound; a sound that provoked a strong shudder that shook my body. It reminded me of sinister hisses that could only belong to a sea of slimy snakes, thick venom coating their enormous fangs. Fangs that would pierce one's flesh with the ease of a dagger.

This sound was soon joined with bloodcurdling batters, as if a murderous monster were hammering on the thin wall that separated my room from the riot outside; a monster with only one objective in mind.

I would've screamed, but fear harshly lodged the noise within my throat. Instead, I sputtered for air that fear longed to deny me. I yearned to gather the bravery—or the foolishness—to flick on the light switch beside my bedroom door, but that was a suicidal trip across the death-trap that was my bedroom. It contained many obstacles without the monsters: foot stabbing toys, depressing school books, last week's underwear, and when comparing the pros and cons, the cons definitely outweighed the pros.

I longed for another alternative in order to put my mind at ease, but what options were available to me when I was too wimpy (I like to think intelligent) to leave my bed. Perhaps I could mull over the source of each noise? After all, a logical twelve-year-old such as myself knows that every noise has a source.

I momentarily held my breath, ignoring the thumps of my racing heart as, instead, I listened closely to the seemingly ferocious noises; the shrill hisses of snakes, the booming of the murderous monster.

The shrill hisses, now that I focused on them, sounded oddly like splashing water. "The crappy pipe outside my room!" I cried, my tones of happiness and realization like two ribbons laced into one. "It overflows when it rains too much!"

I let loose a shaky sigh, relief washing over me at this satisfying reassurance, and if this noise had a source, then the other must have one as well.

I fell silent once more, for once brave enough to close my eyes as I fully focused on booms of 'the murderous monster'. The rustling of leaves as the wind roared at the trees, and that was when I realized: there was a loose sheet of metal on the shed just outside, and thanks to the howling wind, the sheet of metal was being thrown about without mercy, like a dummy in a test crash.

Relief swept over my previously fear-stricken mind, and I was pleased when I realized I was no longer shivering. Glad that I no longer suffered at the hands of fear, I smiled a wide and merry grin as I left my small bed, and I soon swung my woolly jumper over my body. "The most terrifying thing here is my wild imagination, and now I can finally get some sleep."


I thank mum for reading through it a few times as I wrote to ensure it was alright. She wrote a lot as a kid. Please review! :)