He's Here

It all started about a month ago. I had just turned 16 and was excited for the new freedom I would have. But, instead of getting a new car for my birthday, I was ripped away from my friends and the life I knew. I was taken from New York to the middle of no where, Oklahoma. I was so angry that my parents would do this to me but I was even more enraged when I saw the house we moved to. There was no one around for miles. The house was painted a faded cream color that was cracking and wearing away. Panels and shutters were falling off the house, I could tell it was extremely old. The inside was covered in cobwebs and everything looked like it hadn't been touched in 50 years. The old house creaked with every step. The antique furniture had a thick coat of dust on it and the fabric was fraying at the ends. As I complained about these things to my father, he said "so its a bit of a fixer-upper. You'll survive." After a few days I had finally accepted my fate that I would have no life and that I would die alone. I noticed something wasn't right about this house. After a week of living there I began to hear things. The odd creak here, an unwarranted squeak or shift there. I convinced myself that it was all in my head and that I was just so lonely that my mind was playing tricks on me. As the days went on these sounds changed. One night I was trying to fall asleep when the noises became increasingly loud. The creaky sounds turned into foot steps. They were surrounding me. I heard them above me, below me, and all over the walls. They stopped. Silence. It was so quiet that it was eerie. Then I heard a whisper. And another. There were hundreds of voices whispering to me. They said, "He's coming for you." The whispers grew louder and began to yell at me. I was terrified. I tried to run away but when I jumped out of my bed I slipped on something wet. The ground was covered in a thick dark liquid. I looked at my hands and realized it was blood. I tried to scream but no sound came out of my mouth. I managed to stand up but the voices continued, "There's nothing you can do" "Get out while you still can." Fear overcame me I ran outside but I could still hear the voices. I ran and I ran as far as I could. I was in the middle of a field of land that my family owned. The voices and darkness surrounded me and I couldn't escape. A figure appeared in the distance. The voices said "Its too late he's here." I tried to run but it felt like my feet were nailed to the ground. I collapsed screaming and crying in the dirt for what seemed like hours waiting for my fate. Then I felt a hand on my back. I screamed then I heard a familiar voice. I opened my eyes and it was daylight and my mother was standing behind me. There was no one in the field and the voices had stopped. I was no longer covered in blood. My mother took me home and I tried to explain what happened to my parents but they thought I was going insane. I refused the stay there another night but there was no where else to go. My parents convinced me to stay and luckily the voices did not come back. I was starting to think all of it was in my head and none of what happened that night was real. About a week ago the voices came back but instead of saying sentences they just said one word, "Seven" they said it over and over again. I was very confused and didn't know what it meant then the next day they said "six." I realized they were counting down. last night they said "one." Night time is quickly approaching and I'm terrified. What every they have been counting down for is tonight. What will the voices say? as I crawl into my bed the sounds begin. This time they weren't whispers. They are back to the original eerie creaks and groans. Silence overtakes the room and then one voice whispers "He's here."