Home alone

It was a stormy night. Mazlan was in his room when suddenly he heard a low wiping noise coming from downstairs. He knew he was alone in the house as his parents were working late at night. He is the only child so he wouldn’t guess it could be anyone else. He was curious and at the same time, afraid. But his curiosity overwhelmed him.

  Just as he was about to carry himself to the door of his bedroom, the lightning strikes hard and the electricity went out. He felt more scared and insecure. He went running to his bed, afraid that something or someone would just open his door. Because of that, he hid himself under the blanket. With an alarm clock in his hand, he counted the minutes to his parents home coming. He spoke many prayers that his parents would come home early.

  When the clock struck midnight, the noise became louder and the storm got heavier. Mazlan did not know what to do. He could just gather up his courage to check out where the noise came from. At last, he knew he had to do it in order to let his curiosity pass. He crept slowly past his bedroom door with a torch light in his hands and blanket wrapped around his body. He went down the stairs one by one, slowly. There’s when he heard the noise again. He knew he could race up the stairs, as it would make a loud noise so he went straight to the electric box and switched on the lights.

  After the lights were back, he didn’t hesitate to run back to his room. Looking at the alarm clock, it’s already 12.35 am.

“ Why, why Mummy and Daddy are not home yet?” He asked himself.

  Then he thought about on a 10 year-old boy should be sleeping soundly with their parents. Mazlan’s parents were always working late and sometimes they just slept at their office. When he was younger, he wished that his parents would spend time playing with him instead of just working. But now, he knew that it could never happen.

  By 2 am, the storm has stopped. He looked out the window, still no sign of his parents’ arrival. Then he realized the wiping noise has stopped too. So he went down to check it out. When he reached the last step of the stairs, he turned his head around to check where could it be. After checking the whole room, he knew there’s only left one place, the basement. The basement is a very scary place for a kid like him but living in an enormous house alone was what scares him the most out of him.

  So, he reached the basement and switched on the light. Then he saw a figure of a child in a corner of it. He could not see clearly as his hair covered his face. He knew he couldn’t turn back so he moved closer to the body. When he reached the body, he knew he recognized the face, the face of his own with full-grown hair. Funny he thought. Then out of sight, it came attacking him with it’s bloody eyes and long sharp fangs. It was the most terrifying sight ever. Its skin rots with maggots in some part of its face and with its nails long and black, it came grabbing him. Nothing he could do but to scream his lungs out.

  “Kring…kring…”. Mazlan woke up in a cold sweat. Everything that happened was just a dream. “Thank God, I must have dozed off last night”, he says in relief. He can never get that horrible dream off his head. When he reached the kitchen, the dream was gone. He saw his parents happily at the kitchen table waiting for him. That’s when he felt like any other children when they are with their parents… safe and sound.