When the Clock Strikes Twelve

This is not a true story, and is recommended for teenagers or matured people. Thank you.

     Twelve. The clock struck twelve, I thought. No one was home with me. Just that strange floor and my cat, Scruffy. Everything was silent, except for the crickets that are hopping outside and mysterious owls hooting. I wonder what is in that floor that always sounds like whispers. Then I heard a scream. And Scruffy. My breath got taken away.

     The words in the scream said, "I am coming for you! I am coming for you! I am coming for you!"

     So my cat ran out the door. It was just me and the floor, now. Floor. How can it be so frightening? So I stuck my finger in a crack in the floor. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed till my lungs had no air. My finger was cut off. It felt like fangs or some kind of strange, long fingernail. I reassured myself, Well...there are no vampires or ghosts, because they are absolutely fake. Yep. They're fake. I was hoping this was just a nightmare, but it wasn't. I pinched myself. I slapped myself. I punched myself. Nothing worked. Then I looked down and saw blood all over. It was from my ripped finger. I fell to the ground and passed out. When my cat woke me up from jumping on me with his sharp claws, I went to the mirror. My face was scratched up. Then I saw that the mirror began to shake, went into a fog, then a creepy body appeared. It was me, but different. She had scars, cuts, guts, blood, and other gory things hanging off of her. Hair was soaked in red blood. The eyes were completely white. Now I just screamed. I heard a voice say to me,

     "It's OK. I will help you." I looked behind myself. There was that clone. The creepy clone. It had an extra-sharp knife that was covered in dark blood. She came up to me and stabbed me. Then she decorated me by making me look like her, and she made herself look like me. She acted normal. I acted like her. Then I woke up and heard a meow. It was Scruffy. This was just a nightmare...a nightmare that wouldn't let me escape it! My house was painted bright blue. The floor was normal. My cat wasn't ugly. My family was there. They made breakfast.  

Author's Note

While I was writing this story, my whole body turned pale and I shivered. I recommend this for people who feel like they are experiencing a frightening moment that is actually just a nightmare.

Reviews

[Unam]

I would hate it when I have nightmares I can't wake up from. Great detail and style. It was fun to read!

[Marie]

This is a scary story, and I am glad it was just a nightmare. I like the way you put Scruffy into it. The story shows great imagination..