Straight RazorA Story by KleeA Story I thought of after having a nightmare similar to this.Straight Razor In the darkness I hear the
creaking of the gaping door. My breathing becomes frantic. The creaking stops
and I wait for it to return, but It doesn’t. I come out of the closet in which
I was hiding to find that my room was empty, was I dreaming it all? I slowly begin to trust in my fatigue and go
toward slumber. In my dreams I still have the fear of someone watching me, the
creaking door, the slow sighing I hear beyond the insecurity I now feel. I
awake to hear the sound of screeching from my parents’ bedroom. I rise from the bed starting
to move towards the noise, it stops. I run out to find my mothers body to be
sliced with a straight razor, her blood trickles down the wooden floor to my
feet. The warm blood goes in between my toes, and I arrive at something…I could
be next… As I walk away from the
corpse, which once was my mother, I see him. My father. The man who meant
everything to me, with his head cut off from is body. His skull lies on the
bed, his blood soaks the newly pressed sheets, still warm, still lively. His
eyes look at me, fearful and petrified. I see also his hope for a savior, a
hope that I could be the one to liven him again. I reach down and see he too
was sliced with a straight razor. I see a glistening out of the corner of my
eye. The razor. Stained with blood I pick it up and see a shadow. I turn around
and see him, the man who will end my life. He slowly creeps towards me and
laughs. “That’s the dream I had last
night mom…” I said to her “Sweetie it’ll be okay, come
sleep with me and your dad tonight” © 2012 KleeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKleeILAboutI am a high school student and I love writing short stories and poems. My favorite writer is Edgar Allen Poe. I would love to hear what you think of my work, thank you more..Writing
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