Stephen knew he would never sleep. The noises, those horrid noises, would keep him awake all night. It was lightning and thundering loudly outside. And to top it off, someone was in his house.
He heard the sound of scratching and the rattling of metal coming from the kitchen. He was scared to his wit's end.
His parents were away for a business fair out of town and wont be coming back until tomorrow.
He could hear his heartbeat and the obnoxious noises coming from the kitchen, getting louder and louder and finally he couldn't take it any more. He summoned whatever courage he had in him and got out of bed, still trembling.
He was afraid to switch on the light, in case the intruder found out he was awake. So, he blindly searched for something to attack whoever it was keeping him from peaceful sleep. He found a jug and thought it was good enough to throw the person off guard. He slowly crept down the hall and cautiously opened the kitchen door. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Not because what he saw wasn't expected. No. He couldn't believe the fact that he had been so stupid. He had left the back door open. Heavy rain and wind charged through it causing the utensils to rattle. There was a cat, dripping wet, on the counter finishing up what was left of the milk.
Ghosts? What was I thinking? Stephen thought and laughed at himself, startling the cat who obviously thought he'd gone crazy, if cats could think sarcastically that is, because hadn't he?
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by Sidra Fatima
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