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The New House


I had recently bought a house in a brand new city for college. I had only gotten a few days to move in and get settled but I already loved the house. There were so many small things that made up the reasoning for this love. For instance, it was just off a major highway. Some would be bothered by the noise but I mean, hey. It helps me sleep. Something about the hum of cars just puts me at ease. I guess it’s mainly the sound of people. Also, this one’s a little weird but, in most of the rooms, the light switches are on the wall outside the room. You see, I’m terribly afraid of the dark. So instead of entering a room and then wading through just a hint of darkness, I can simply flick the switch before entering and save myself the grief and worry. Lastly the house had this nice old smell to it. The contractor told me that it was built in the 1940s. Once again, all simple changes that helped me adjust to the idea of living alone.

So one night, I laid in bed, blissfully dreaming away. A loud crash and the jingle of glass awoke me. Immediately I dashed from my bed and down the hall to where the crash had resonated. My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness of the hall yet because I had kept my light on in the bedroom, but from what I could tell, there was a figure climbing through the broken window at the very end of the hall. I choked out a soft “Shit” as I saw the shining knife blade in their hands. Whoever this was didn’t just come to break in, they meant harm to me. I ran back up the hall, flicking on a switch before entering my bathroom, and slamming the door shut, possibly a little too loudly. Letting out shuddered gasps, I tried my best to slow my breathing but failed. Footsteps came crashing down the hall, getting faster and faster, and closer and closer. I braced myself for the impact of the assailant, wincing at the opportune moment.

It had stopped. And for a moment there was a pause. I took a step back from the door. And then I was utterly and completely plunged into darkness.

'Oh..' I had thought. 'They had found the light switch..' And in the whole blackness, I heard the turn of the handle as the door opened.

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