Creative Writing

                  Creative Writing

Moses Velano

English 10HL

7 - 09 - 2017

I was walking home one evening, just as the sun began to set behind the distant hills, I saw this strange village from a distance. Wearing my gucci sneakers and supreme jacket, I sprinted down the road. Breathing heavily, eager to explore this isolated town. Running, skipping, steps and a few more steps. I made it. As I was walking through the spooky village i saw a peculiar house. Reluctantly, I approached the house as my curiosity is killing me….

“The box. The door. The crumbling brick. It begged me to enter.”

So I entered…

Unexpectedly, the house was pretty inside with lots of colorful things. As dead as the outside was, the inside was alive. There was a boombox playing a whimsical tune,  a rainbow colored cake, assorted candies, glow in the dark objects and there were even toys! But my excitement stopped when i saw a red balloon. It made me think of creepy clowns that have white foundations on their faces, bulbous red nose, excessively applied red lipstick on their lips, sharp teeth, rainbow curly hairs and ugly costume. Yep, just exactly as Stephen King describes them. I thought to myself …

“Pennywise could be coming out behind my back any minute now”.

I scared myself to death. So i picked up one bag of sour patches lying on the floor and just started chewing some. The sour patches did not last long, but my fear of seeing a ghastly clown appearing out of

nowhere ready to stab me, did. I started wandering inside the house to stop myself from entertaining the horror in my head. I run around the dining,  ate more candies on the kitchen and played with the toys. Im exhausted. I lay down on a comfy looking couch.

It suddenly got cold...

I was planning to nap but the chilling air just brought the horror thoughts back in my head. I then heard soft cracks on the floor and distant creaks from the roof. I, once again, was dead scared.

I need to distract myself. I started walking and noticed that the room was getting darker. Shadows were creeping in, and the sound of the night can be heard.  Its past midnight. I remembered that I wandered off during sunset.

Darkness is my biggest fear. So I quickly tried to find something bright.

I walked towards the boombox. It was bright, colorful, filled with LED’s of different colors. It was playing a childish almost nursery-rhyme-ish music just minutes ago but it stopped. I have no idea how to play the music in it so I did not bother. I turned to my back, leaving the boombox, looking for something else to do. Two steps in…  I heard a sound....

“Cash me ousside how bow dah”

What the hell...

*trap beats play*

“How bow dah, How bow dah. Suede the remix god!”

This is  my jam. My mood completely changed as the lit music hyped me up. Next thing i know, i was dabbing and dancing with the boombox and completely forgot that I’m alone, past midnight, in a weird creepy house. What a night.

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