The unexpected

I sat in my basement, all alone, just waiting for my next terror to arrive. There was no noise, no light, no nothing to help me out of this mess. It was true; everything she had dreamed was happening. But I wasn’t surprised when all of the deadly and excruciatingly painful things were happening to me. Alexa Matterson was my arch enemy, we came from two very different places, she was the kind of person that wouldn’t break a nail for someone else, and I was the sporty person that wouldn’t put up with her crap. But of course that didn’t stop her from trying to get to me. She would always tell me that she hated me, and wished that I could die. And unfortunately that’s what I thinks happening to me. It all started about a week ago. Alexa had walked up to me and told me she had, had a dream about me. That threw me for a loop, but not for very long. She said that in her dream everything I never wanted to happen happened. But the scary thing was that about 2 hours after I left school, things started happening, and they weren’t normal things either.

A tornado had ripped through my town, but my house was the only one ruined. My dad had be shipped to Iraq, I was being hunted down by a man I had never met before, and when I was watching TV the power went out and I started hearing noises, preferably knife sharpening and screeching. And here I am now, sitting in the basement alone in the dark because the power hasn’t came back on. Luckily the noises have already vanished, but I’m not so sure I’m ready for the next thing to arrive. My breathing starts to get heavy, and the room begins to darken by the minute. I’m not sure what was happening until I finally realize that my final terror has arrived. Death. I guess it just goes to show that even if you truly do hate someone, you should be nice to them because you never know what could happen.