| Michael was in his backyard, doing nothing for the most part. He was bouncing a basketball not trying to make it through the basketball hoop. Finally, he decided he would try. He hit the backboard and the ball rolled down the driveway. When watching the basketball roll away, he saw a silhouette of a very bulky person. In it�s hand it held something, but Michael could not tell what it was. It suddenly started to rain, and the figure started to walk toward Michael. Lightning hit in the footsteps of the figure that was walking towards him, and he started to run towards the house. He pulled the backdoor open and ran inside. He was too scare to think and did not close and lock the door. He ran through the back bedroom and slammed the doors open to the kitchen. When he took his third step in the kitchen, the lights went out and all he could see were the mere shadows of the objects in the house when the lightning flashed. He turned around and when he looked to the back door, a bolt of lightning flashed and Michael saw the figure that was walking towards him earlier. Michael turned and ran through the rest of the kitchen, dining room, and ran into the living room. He turned and ran into his room. He looked towards his door and put the lock on it. He then sat on his bed, and started to shiver. Suddenly, he heard a loud crack. At first, Michael thought it was thunder, but then looked towards his door, seeing what the dark figure had been holding coming through his door. The figure used his axe and made several chops into the door. Michael started to panic, and jumped up. The figure had finally made his way through the door. Michael kept jumping around so maybe the figure would not get to him. But finally Michael jumped the wrong way and the figure had cornered him so he could not get away. The figure held up the axe, ready to make a very clean cut through Michael�s neck. The figure took the axe, reared back, and swung... Michael suddenly jumped up in his bed, waking up from the very lifelike dream he just had, to see the figure standing over him, with the axe. The figure, once again, was ready to kill, and placed the axe next to Michael�s neck. Michael screamed, but no one heard him, and the figure swung the axe, only to miss, and Michael got up and started to run. He started to run towards the bathroom, but then remember the axe could cut through anything. He then decided to open his brother�s door and slam it, maybe tricking the figure he was in there. Michael than quietly snuck out from the back, making sure not to give himself away. He then started to walk outside in the rain. Michael was walking by the house when he heard the door open to his brother�s room. Suddenly, Michael jumped as he heard the sound of his brother's door slamming, and then heard the figure running through the house. Michael then took off running. He then looked down the block, to only discover that no one was home anywhere on his block. He then saw the car that was sitting in front of his house, a black Hurst. He then turned around, and saw the figure walking towards him. Michael then started to run down the block, hoping to run into anyone. He started to wonder why no one was home. Michael then looked at one of the houses and saw that several of there front doors with an axe. He then started to run harder, hoping that the figure had not gotten to everyone. He ran down at least three blocks when finally he saw a door that had not been chopped down. He ran towards the house, and banged on the door. The door opened after a couple of minutes of banging. He walked in and saw no one had opened it. Michael closed the door and locked it. He sat on the dirty floor for a couple of minutes to catch his breath. He than jumped up when he saw the lock turning. He heard the door click and the door opened. The figure stood there, holding the keys to his home. Michael had started running up stairs. After he reached the top of the stairs, he then realized his stupid idea of going upstairs. He than started trying to open some of the doors. Finally, one of them open and he walked in, and closed the door and locked it. When Michael turned around he became frightened because of the many decapitated bodies. Then on a shelve in the room, he saw the heads that belonged to the bodies, which made him sickened but happy because none of them were his neighbors. Then he heard the clicking of the door lock turning. He ran and the only way he could find out of the room was through a window. The figure stepped inside of the room, and Michael decided it would be best if he just jumped out the window. He landed on the ground, and when he got up he discovered that he had broken his arm in the fall. He looked up and saw the figure standing at the window. Michael took off once again and decided to find a place that could have weapons to protect himself. He ran almost a half a mile when he saw one of his friend�s houses. He ran inside because the door had been chopped down. Michael went into his friends room to see his body, lying on the floor, covered in blood. His friend�s head was missing. He looked around the room for anything, and saw a baseball bat. He thought it would have to be good enough. He walked down the stairs, and that is when he saw it. A gun case, with many rifles. He broke the glass, and took out one of them. He checked it and it had ammo. He then ran a couple of blocks. He was carrying the rifle in his hands while he had stuffed the bat into his pants leg. He was wearing loose clothes so it didn�t bother him that much. He than turned around and saw the figure. Michael then started walking towards him. About ten feet away from the figure, he raised the gun up, and shot it in the leg. The figure then fell over. It raise up, with blood oozing from it�s wound. He then raised the gun up and shot the creature in the chest. He fell back and hit his head. The figure had been knocked unconscious. Michael stood over it for a minute, then started to walk away. After about five minutes, the figure, stood up, and its wounds had been healed. Michael was walking away without a clue it was walking towards him. The creature stood right behind him. Michael felt the warm breath of the creature, and knew it was too late. He turned and raised the gun, but not quick enough. The axe had made a nice cut right through Michael�s neck, and the gun fell to the ground. The gun triggered, shooting the creature right in the brain, killing it instantly. There in the middle of the road were the corpses of Michael, and the figure set on killing him. |
| A Dream I Had |
| InTrO to "A Dream I Had" |
| (This was a dream I once had{actually, a lot of this story I just made up,} but I will just summarize right now how my dream went) [I was in the backyard, and I guess I was playing basketball, and the ball rolled down the drive way, and I saw the figure, and then I ran into the house, and then the electricity went out, then I turned around and saw the figure once again, and I ran into my room. The figure walked in and held an axe over me, then I woke up. So the rest of this short story is made up] [ Actually, wasn�t this all a dream so wasn�t it all made up??? ; ) ] |
| CrEdItS |
| Melissa Cooper ; for the ending of my story Michael Ingram ; for letting me replace myself with himself (if it was me, do u actually think I would die in this story?) |
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