Who's There?

Author's Note: This piece is a prediction for the 3:15 story we read in the reading lab. When reading this, you should look for the word choice and detailed descriptions. 

After Cody buried the old man, he ran to his house with the hook tucked inside his jacket. Instead of going inside his house, Cody sprinted to the shed in his families’ backyard. He sat on the ground and tried to calm down and gather his thoughts. Cody was beginning to wonder if this was really such a good idea. He glanced at the hook every now and then, and each time it seemed to get more and more evil looking. Had it moved since the last time he checked? Cody shook the thought out of his head and came to the conclusion that if he were to melt the hook at home, his mother would ask questions. Remembering the abandoned house he had passed on his way through town that morning, Cody snatched the hook from the dirt and took off down the road.

When he finally got in town, Cody pulled the hook into his coat sleeve so it wasn't showing. He faked a smile when the butcher greeted him, and continued on. Cody felt as though everyone was staring at him. He picked up his pace and began to run. 

Finally on the other side of town, Cody took the hook from his jacket, and entered the abandoned home. As he walked in he noticed that the whole house showed signs of a fire. As he noticed this, he remembered a story he heard about a little boy who stole. The boy had run into an abandoned house, after stealing a woman’s locket, and the house had suddenly gone up in flames. A chill ran down his spine, and he no longer felt like he was the only one in the house. “Hello?” he called up the rotting stairway. The only answer he received was the sound of his own voice echoing throughout the old house.

Cody cautiously walked into the kitchen and found a pot. He started to boil some water, but before it started to bubble, he was distracted from something moving in the corner of the room. When he turned around, there was nothing there. I should just wait a couple months before I melt it. Cody thought to himself. He turned off the stove and started walking to the door, and as he was approaching the open door, it slammed shut. Cody yelped and spun around. His eyes searched the room. “Hello?!” he yelled, his voice was shaking now. The house was silent.

 Nothing else seemed to be working, so Cody tried the last thing he wanted to do. Slowly and carefully, Cody climbed the steps to the second level of the house. It was dark and he couldn't see anything except a small light at the end of the hall. When he came to the end of the hall and was about to open the door a loud sound stopped him in his tracks. About a minute later, one after one, the windows in the house fell. “This isn't funny!” Cody shouted. He was hoping this was some sort of prank. Wait a minute, the hook! Cody ran as fast as he could straight to the pot but the hook wasn't there. No longer caring about the missing hook, Cody sprinted to the door. He threw himself against the door, but it didn't budge.

No matter how loud he screamed or how many times he tried to get out, nothing worked. Cody gave up and fell asleep on the floor, but he never woke up. No one went looking for him, and he was never found.