I think someone?s inside my house and took pictures of me while I slept?

The noise of the slowly closing garage door would be heard throughout the house, almost like the sound of a robot automating. The slow petite rain drops from the dark cloudy sky would drop the floor, almost like someone was weeping, slowly becoming more and more distant as the door closed, entrapping them. On the second floor, I saw the thunderous skies. Not failing to amuse me ever. Taking my pen, hitting it against my table over and over again in boredom as I looked towards the watering sky. So beautiful in its darkness and fury.
Completely dropping the knife on my table, I?d take the razor sharp knife, it?s reflection being seen in the window. As I?d put the knife on the oranges that I?d had beside me to keep me going as I did my school work, I thought to check the time. Checking the time, it was 10:54. Cutting into the ripe and mellow Orange, I?d see some of its juice pumping out. I?d take a bite of it as I?d look back on my books, bored. Soon as I expected, someone would open my creaking wooden door.
?Honey, it?s late. Do your school-work tomorrow, Ally..? Dad would say, coming near me and kissing my light brown hair.
?Yeah, alright dad. I?ll just finish this last chapter and then go to sleep.? I responded, with my dad being pleased and going back to his room, closing my door, but still letting a little crack open. As soon as he left, I?d close my book. Noticing that the Oranges had finished, I?d take the plate and knife and decide to go and take more. Going to the door, my cat would sleep in my bed, in my blankets, purring loudly. Smiling, I'd speak to him, telling him I?d be right back.
I?d go out of the room and close the door behind me, still letting a bit of it stay open if my cat wanted to come outside. My dad and mom slept in a room on the other side of the hall, opposite me. Walking past their rooms, I?d turn as the hall would turn and lead me to the stairs. Going down stairs, a slow freaking noise would shout out. Trying to slowly walk below, to not alert my parents I was awake past bedtime, I?d tip toe. Slowly going down stairs. I?d be led to the living room. Going towards the kitchen, which was to the left. I?d place my plate on one of the counters, taking a sigh after the long day I?d spent studying. Opening the fridge, the cold air would breeze through me, giving me little chills. I?d go and take the bag of oranges and close the fridge. Washing them in the sink, I?d hear a steep sharp noise. It was my knife dropping to the floor. I should?ve been more careful. Thankfully it didn?t hurt me.
I bent down and took the knife, placing it back on the table. As I?d take the oranges out of the sink and place them on the plate, I?d notice candles sitting on-top of one of the cabinets. Thinking it?d be a good idea to sleep peacefully with a good smell, I?d take the candles out of the cabinets top and take a lighter from one of the other cabinets.
I?d flick the lighter on and put it on the candle, it?s deep fury filled fire slowly touching the soft clay of the clay, lighting up and burning. Taking the candle in my left hand, and the oranges and plate on my right, I?d go back up the stairs, turning the lights off the kitchen off, total darkness consuming the room like a sudden blast. As I?d come back to my room, I'd come back, seeing the creepy small statue my parents had beside their room on a table. It was an eerie statue. Emotionless, I didn?t know the purpose of the statue except scaring me when I?d wake up. Going inside the room I?d close the door, slowly, to not make a sound. Being greeted by my still purring cat, like before in my bed.
I placed the plate on my desk and put the candles on the drawers right beside my bed, hopping into bed I?d take my phone out, scrolling through it hopelessly, petting my cute, fluffy ginger cat. Checking the time, it had become 11:24 PM. Time really flew huh? I?d get a notification from Instagram, it was my friend, Kayla.
? ?Hey, you still coming to the party tonight??
? ?Really? It?s 11pm and it?s Monday. Don?t we have school tomorrow? My parents wouldn?t allow me to go to a party this late anyways, I?m supposed to be asleep.?
??Right, your strict ass parents. You keep saying that every time I ask you to party Ally, everytime the answers no. It gets redundant when you keep doing it.?
??Look I?m sorry, maybe another time. You know what happened the last time we went to a party. I don?t want that to happen again.?
???You know that wasn?t our fault. That was an year ago. It should be kept in the past Al, in the past.?
??I know. But I still don?t get how?Jacob could disappear from our sight. We were drinking but, most of us didn?t drink heavily. I still remember when someone asked where he was, and we all didn?t know how to answer.?
??I know Al, I know. We were just little teenagers, we didn?t know the **** we did. So why should we be held accountable for it? Plus..it?s not your fault he went missing.?
??Mhm. Sure?.but what I wanna know his, who did that to him? Who would?.cut him up into pieces and leave each piece at our house's doors. Who?d do something like that to a person? You know **** like this doesn?t happen in Creekwood, sure it has its robberies, but something like this? This isn?t supposed to happen. Not here.?
??Some people aren?t like us, some people just pretend to be our friends?our best friends, but those people are the ones who we expect least to betray us, which is why it?s perfect when they do. Because we never expect it??
??Yeah?.anyways I?m gonna go to sleep, I?ll see you tomorrow in Mr.Pearson's class alright??
??Yeah, good night.?
Closing the app and turning off the phone. I?d put my hands on my face. Reliving the guilt over and over again, until it consumed me. I?d take my soft warm white blankets on top of me and try to sleep, with my cat covering inside them. Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. Even with the sound of the loud pouring rain I could here my rooms clocking, I?d ignore it, closing my eyes. The candles smell had competently taken over my room, a sweet lavender-rose mix.
Then the sound of a loud beeping landline would ring out through my room, and house. I?d wake up suddenly from sleep. It was not coming from my room, it had to come from down stairs, because that?s the only place where a landline was. Slowly opening my eyes I?d check the time again. 12:34. Annoyed, I?d remove the blankets off me, my cat sleeping. My feet touching the cold ground, I?d look outside the window again the rain was pouring even harder, puddles were forming in the ground. Weirdly a small type of fog, or something as well had taken over, making it darker.
Going out of my room and down stairs. I?d stop at the stairs. Seeing the complete dark living room and first floor, with the sound of the telephone still ringing loudly. I?d go downstairs slowly, feeling a bit uneasy with how dark it was, plus the rain and the ringing telephone in the distance.
Going down stairs I?d open my phones flashing. Seeing the dark room, it was eerie. I?d go to the telephone and answer it.
?Hello? Chitworth Residence.?
A lady with a semi-deep voice would speak.
?Hello! We currently have but 2 get 1 off deals on our Couch sales. Buy the best couches in the country, with colors ranging from purple to maroon! Press 5 to hear the color options, press 3 for Address Information and press 2 to talk to our Management team.?
Hearing this, I?d sigh in anger and put the phone down cutting the call. As I?d start to walk away. The noise would come again. The noise of the god-damn landline. Going back there in anger I?d pick up the phone again.
?Look I don?t want your couches, we already have enough here, please leave us alone.?
The lady would speak through the phone again, yet this time with a..lighter voice?
?Colors ranging from purple to-? then suddenly the noise would stop and the call would cut. Confused, I'd try to see what was the problem. But the land line wouldn?t do anything. It was like the land line had been cut. Well not a problem for me, no more annoying calls for buy 2 get 1 free couches?
I?d go back up the stairs, this time quicker as I was tired. As I would, I?d notice that the statue had been turned, now it was facing the entrance of the stairs instead of facing directly to my room. Weird but my mom must?ve woken up and decided it was late night furniture moving time or something.
I?d open my room door and then close it, getting in my bed, tired. I?d take out my phone again. I decided I wanted to take a picture of myself, I mean I thought I looked good. So opening the camera app I?d take some pictures of myself.
As I?d go through them to see how they were, I?d then slide to something horrific. A picture of my back, sleeping in the bed turned away from the door. I slowly got chills down my spine. Putting my hand to my mouth in shock. I didn?t remember taking any photo, and mom and dad were alseep. So it couldn?t have been either of us. Trying not to panic I?d take some breaths, to calm down. Scrolling through the other pictures, I?d now see a picture of my face and frontal body. In the back my door wide open with a knife on the side drawers of my bed. Now it was really time to panic.
I looked at my side drawers and saw no knife. This was getting bad. I didn?t know what to do, who took that picture? Is it some person who broke into our house? Is he still in my house? How did he break in, I never saw any broken glass or anything! Now I knew that the next few seconds of my choices, would be crucial to what would happen to me.


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