The Silent

     After a long night of partying, Angie finally came home and flopped onto her rusty rose colored sheets and knocked out. She didn't care if she made noise tonight, the only other person living with her was her mom, and she was at an overnight business meeting in a town a few hours away. But she was used to living this way; sneaking in during the early morning hours, avoiding the fact that she's filthy and needs to brush her teeth, all the while reeking of alcohol and despair. Angie's a wise girl, even though it might not seem like it. She'd taken on the party lifestyle after her father left her family and depression consumed her. It was the only way she could cope with her feelings, cliche right? That's what she thought, and it made her feel even worse. The writing on her walls stared at her as she slept. Feelings, song lyrics, swears, you name it and it was there. She liked writing, it was her secret forte, her mini getaway. Tonight, the writing was screaming, giving her a warning that her world would turn into a hackneyed horror movie plot in 3, 2, 1.
     She awoke to heavy footsteps on the second floor only 2 hours into her slumber. At first she thought it was the alcohol messing around with her head, but quickly she realized the footsteps were impossible because the room above hers used to be her late grandmother's. The only thing in there was an old, crooked painting of a vase with flowers and a squeaky mattress. "Something isn't right", she thought. "No one is supposed to be home tonight..." Suddenly, she heard loud thumping and sharp scraping, almost unnatural. And then, lots of silence. Silence, until something began walking slowly and eerily down the stairs. Chills rushed down her back and her head and arms began to pulsate with her heartbeat. It was coming toward the bedrooms. Angie began to sweat, her mind couldn't think from fear. What seemed like an eternity later, her muscles forced her to get up quietly, open her window, and jump onto her backyard just as her door opened slowly and something breathed hard. Angie slowly backed away from the window as the thing, person, or animal, walked up to the glass. They saw each other, and that was just what she feared most. Half a second later, it was gone, and Angie began to run. She didn't have time to circle around the house, so she ran straight into the blackness of the woods.