I sat in the closet, fearful for my life. It had already taken my little sister, what if it came for me next? I wondered if my mother was okay. I didn't dare go look for her, I was too afraid. I longed to be by my mother's side, hearing her soothing and comforting words "It will be okay, baby Everything will be fine." I heard footsteps walking in the hallway. They were heavy and and slow. Thump. Thump. Thump. It walked past my door and went into the room next to me. My mother's room. Thump. Thump. Thump. I gasped as the worst possible things popped into my head. "What if it gets mother? What if she didn't wake? What if he finds her?" Thump. Thump. Thump. I then heard a painfully slow creak. My mother's door. I put my ear up to the wall so I could listen more closely. Thump. Thump. Thump. I heard soft muffles. "What is he doing in there?" I thought. I listed carefully. Suddenly a shrill shriek filled the silent house, followed by a thump. All became silent again. The thumps started back up again, this time followed by a dragging noise. I looked through the crack in the closet door and looked around frantically. Thump. Thump. Thump. More dragging. I started to smell a foul odor. Thump. Thump. Thump. An eerie creak filled the room. I looked through the crack once more towards the door way. I couldn't make out the features, but I saw a hefty man's silhouette, and beside it a body with a half severed head dragging along beside him. I gasped and fumbled back and curled myself up in the corner. "He got her. He got her. He got her. What do I do? It should've been me." I said softly to myself through tears. All was silent. I waited a moment before returning to look through the crack of the closet door. I looked around frantically and noticed the door was closed. It was dark in the room, so I could hardly make out anything. Suddenly, I smelled a repulsive odor, it smelled like rotten meat. I wondered what it was. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, I noticed something. He was standing right in front of me.
I own both the photo and the story. The photo was an accident, but a wonderful accident. I meant to take a photo of my makeup that I've done, but I looked away when the flash went off. I've no idea how the lighting got to be that way, but I'm glad it did. Oh, what glorious mistakes.
As for the story, I kind of just made it up after seeing the photo. I think it fits quite well.
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