Own Story Essay, Research Paper

?Bzzzzzzzzz!!!? the alarm rang. Small dirty hands hit the off switch and got

out of bed. The scrawny boy walked over to the window in his old spider-man

pajamas and looked outside. Everything was white as far as the eyes could see.

The ground was covered with a silky smooth blanket of fresh new snow, which

concealed the old brown sheet from the week before. By the driveway the top of

an ?open house? peered out from the snow. After changing, the little child

proceeded down the brown carpeted stairs which spit up dust with every step he

took. The walls of the old house were maroon with an occasional faded outline of

an old picture. The hardwood floors were also barren and would creak with every

step. The boy walked into the kitchen, turned on the stove and placed a griddle

over it. Next he opened the old fashioned refrigerator. The light inside

flickered on and off as he reached for the eggs and bacon. He shut the door and

headed over to the counter where he placed the egg carton and bacon. His nimble

hands picked up three slices of bacon and broke two eggs on the griddle. The pan

was not warm so the eggs and bacon just sat there. Suddenly the boy heard a car

door slam and people talking. He looked out the window and saw two women heading

towards the front door. The shy boy quickly turned around and ran out the back

door. The people outside trudged through the thick heavy snow towards the front

door. They reached the doorstep of the off-white house, and rammed the rusty

knocker against the forest green door. The knock let out a loud hollow echo.

They stood in the cold waiting for someone to open the door, but after five

minutes they decided to invite themselves into the house. ?Hello?? one woman

shouted. They waited for an answer but only heard the crackling of bacon grease

coming from the kitchen. The air had the savory scent of smoked bacon and eggs,

which made their stomachs growl. They slowly walked to the kitchen and peered in

to see nothing but burnt eggs and bacon on the sizzling griddle. They looked to

the left and saw that the back door was open. Outside, the tracks of fresh

footprints created a path in the snow that lead toward a white picket fence. The

gate to the fence swung back and forth in the cold sharp wind. ?Ahhh!!

Help!!? a sharp shrill came from behind the fence. The two ladies gave each

other a quick glance as the call for help rang out over and over . They both ran

to the gate as the fresh snow flurried off from the soles of their boots. Two

feet past the gate they both tripped over a thin wire that was stretched out

across the ground. They lifted their now cold and wet faces out of the snow, and

saw nothing but an empty yard. The women began to grow goose bumps all over

their bodies and gave each other a nervous look. They stood up and wiped the

snow off their bodies. An angry growl grew louder and louder from behind them

and now their goose bumps grew to little mole hills all over their bodies. They

slowly turned around and they both became as white as the velvety snow that

surrounded them. Their knees began to shake and their hearts started to beat

faster and faster until their heartbeats became one monotone sound. Their eyes

opened widely and stared straight ahead as if they had seen a ghost. However, it

was no ghost they were looking at. Instead they were looking at a 12 year old

boy covered in snow and dirt. The fence had now been closed. A large evil grin

was stretched across the boy?s face and his jet black eyes glared at the two

helpless women. His arms were raised like a vampire before his transformation

into a bat. The women thought that the devil himself had possessed this boy.

This thought was the last that ever entered their heads. The boy let out a sharp

scream and pounced on the two women like a tiger who hadn?t eaten for weeks.

Their screams only lasted for a split second and then dead silence rang through

the cold dry air. The young boy, now tired from digging, threw the limp bodies

in the shallow graves in the snow. He filled the momentarily empty graves with

snow and looked at the fresh mound of snow. He looked around and saw the sheet

of white snow over the yard. Everything was flat except the fresh mounds of snow

covering the graves, but those too would become flat with new so like the others

had done before. The boy retraced his footsteps back to the house. He took the

now ashy eggs and bacon off the griddle, threw them in the garbage and placed

fresh food on the now piping hot stove. He ate a hearty breakfast and savored

the sweet taste of bacon and. He sat down by on the couch and turned on the tv

waiting for the next report of missing people to show up.