That story was kind of rubbish I have to admit. But I'm going to have another go. Read this spine shivering story called Nightmare.
BANG!
The thundering sound of gun shots made me jump I heard the kitchen cupboard open with and ear deafening screech and then my mum screaming and crying,
“Please stop!” she shrieked before I heard her no longer.
I tried to cry but no sound came out I couldn’t say anything I almost had a asthma attack but I managed to skip the risk. Then I saw a mere glance of my father’s body in the hallway. I was safe from all the commotion but scared. The murderers escaped from the scene all I heard was complete silence. The only sound to be heard was me breathing I was to scared to move from the inside the cupboard but I built up the courage. I walked out of my bedroom door and down the stairs. I stared in horror at what I see my mum’s innocent body laying on the floor a sharp knife lay next to her covered in blood. I couldn’t stay in the house by myself forever with two rotting bodies of my parents. I walked over to the house phone luckily it was still working I dialled 999,
“Hello, Emergency services. What service would you like?”
“Police please.”
“Please wait for a moment while we transfer you to the police.”
“What has happened?”
“Some murderers came to my house and killed my mother and father!”I cried.
“Ok what street do you live in?”
“14 Park Road. BS14 5PQ”
“Did you get hurt?”
“No I’m fine.”
“Ok we’re on our way we’ll be there in a mere 5 minutes don’t you worry.”
I put the phone down shaking with fear and guilt that I just sat there and heard my mother and father live their last minutes. I started to wheeze every time I looked at their bodies I almost fainted but I managed to stay up I knew I had to find my inhaler. However, I forgot where I put it I couldn’t search; if I had an asthma attack I wouldn’t be able to answer the door if the police arrived so I had to sit there trying to breathe luckily my wheezing came down a bit but I knew that I couldn’t last forever but I hoped I could keep my luck up. But I couldn’t hold it in anymore I began to breathe heavily a feel faint I heard the doorbell ring it was the police. I struggled to get to the door I managed to pull down the handle then I fell on the floor struggling to breathe but able to say at least something,
“Are you ok?” asked the policewomen kneeling down stroking my forehead.
“My inhaler I don’t know where it is,” I croaked.
A policeman picked me up and I was breathing heavily. They called an ambulance and it came in a mere five minutes I managed to survive; the policewoman had a small gas and air tube for me to use. Then they carried me inside I managed to faint inside on the bed. I kept dreaming about my mum and dad being murdered I woke up in the hospital screaming.
To be continued....
