Jenny sat up in her bed and looked around. She didn’t know what woke her up, so she lay back down and closed her eyes. She sat up again. This time, she was sure she had heard something. It sounded like a sack of potatoes being dropped onto the ground outside of her window. She pulled her covers off and slowly walked over to her window. Her long, brown hair swished at her hip as gravity pulled on it.
When she reached her window, she slowly parted the blinds. She gasped at what she saw and quickly let the blinds fall back into place. As she rubbed her eyes to get the image out of her head, something banged against the glass. Jenny jumped back and screamed. She fell to the ground and crawled over to the far corner of her room, away from her window and door, screaming the whole time. Her parents busted through the door and ran over to her.
“Jenny? Jenny! What’s wrong darling? Jenny? Can you hear me?” her mother said, trying to get her daughter to stop screaming. “Jenny, tell us what’s wrong. Jenny!”
“Jenny! Listen to your mother!” her father yelled at her. “Jenny?” he said, shaking her shoulders. “Jenny! What? What are you trying to say?”
“Th-the w-w-window!” Jenny stuttered, pointing at the window, her arm starting to shake.
“What about it, Jenny? What about the window?” But her mother didn’t get an answer.
Jenny’s father stood up from leaning over Jenny and slowly walked to her window. He reached up and slowly parted the blinds, the same way Jenny had.
Jenny started coughing horribly. Soon, her hand was covered in her blood, staining her silk pajamas with a dark crimson blotch.
“John! Call 911! Something is definitely wrong with Jenny! John? John!” Jenny’s mother yelled as her husband fell to the ground. She stood up and walked over to Jenny’s window and pulled on the blinds. As the blinds went up, her eyes widened in terror. Outside the window, on the maple tree in their backyard, was a man. Not just any man, but a dead one. He was hanging off of a rope from the same major branch that held Jenny’s old tree house. Blood was dripping from his mouth and his neck. Jenny’s mom tried to take her eyes off of the man and back away but something wouldn’t let her. Suddenly, she felt her neck twist and heard a sickening snap like a wet branch hitting a tree. She fell to the floor and slowly drifted off into darkness, the image of the man’s face turning to her and saying her name kept playing over and over in her mind.
 hippo_ruler_not · Thu Nov 16, 2006 @ 12:31am · 0 Comments |
