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Solitude Kills

November 30, 2011

By TouchOfARose, Winter Garden, FL

I poked my head out into the hallway, looking left, then right. All was clear, though that fact did little to nothing to calm my perturbed mind. Who was in the house besides me? Were they criminals? Murderers? More than one?

My fear-crazed mind leaped at any conclusion to cross its path, though most were irrational and the sort of things expected to be found in the thoughts of a child. I straightened up and took a deep breath in. I was no child. I was sixteen, and no fool besides. night alone could drive anyone crazy . Besides, what's a little fright? Of course I would check if I heard the usually-still wooden floors creaking. I proceeded to conjure every soothing, normal thought I knew, doing a rather poor job of convincing myself of the house's purity.

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