Emily

I couldn't make out if he was serious or if he was trying to scare me. Either way, I knew he wanted me to come out. He wanted to make me scared enough to do what he wanted. He stood there for what felt like forever, but finally, I heard him walk back over to his truck. The door shut, and then the engine cranked. I remained under the table until I could no longer hear his truck driving.

my fingers hurt from squeezing the knife so hard the house was still dark and i didn't move until i heard my dad's car coming up the driveway only then did i crawl out my legs shaky and weak as if they weren't used to standing any more I waited a long time under the table after hearing the truck drive away.

my fingers hurt from squeezing the knife so hard the house was still dark and i didn't move until i heard my dad's car coming up the driveway only then did i crawl out my legs shaky and weak as if they weren't used to standing any more I waited a long time under the table after hearing the truck drive away.

The house was silent except for the tapping of the rain against the windows and an occasional rumble of thunder. My legs ached and my fingers hurt from holding the knife too tightly. Finally, I let go and dropped the knife to the floor beside me. I did not want to move until I was quite sure Mr. Whittaker had really left. I felt relieved when I heard my dad's car pull up the driveway.

The house was silent except for the tapping of the rain against the windows and an occasional rumble of thunder. My legs ached and my fingers hurt from holding the knife too tightly. Finally, I let go and dropped the knife to the floor beside me. I did not want to move until I was quite sure Mr. Whittaker had really left. I felt relieved when I heard my dad's car pull up the driveway.

I crawled out from under the table, my legs shaky and weak. I peeked out the window and saw the familiar headlights. My dad and Emma were finally home. I unlocked the front door just as they reached the porch and my dad looked at me in puzzlement. Alex

I crawled out from under the table, my legs shaky and weak. I peeked out the window and saw the familiar headlights. My dad and Emma were finally home. I unlocked the front door just as they reached the porch and my dad looked at me in puzzlement. Alex

what's going on he asked seeing the knife on the floor and the shaking i guess i tried to tell him everything that had happened the words spilling out my dad's face went from a what's wrong to an angry one as i told him about mr whittaker trying to get in and how he'd been calling out my name Emma was standing beside him, her eyes huge as she listened. My dad said nothing for a moment.

what's going on he asked seeing the knife on the floor and the shaking i guess i tried to tell him everything that had happened the words spilling out my dad's face went from a what's wrong to an angry one as i told him about mr whittaker trying to get in and how he'd been calling out my name Emma was standing beside him, her eyes huge as she listened. My dad said nothing for a moment.

He looked out into the darkness. His jaw clenched. Get your things, he finally said, his voice tight. We're not staying here tonight. I nodded, too shaken to argue. Emma and I quickly grabbed some clothes and whatever else we could cram into a bag. My dad stood guard by the window, his eyes raking over the driveway as if he expected Mr. Whitaker to come back.

He looked out into the darkness. His jaw clenched. Get your things, he finally said, his voice tight. We're not staying here tonight. I nodded, too shaken to argue. Emma and I quickly grabbed some clothes and whatever else we could cram into a bag. My dad stood guard by the window, his eyes raking over the driveway as if he expected Mr. Whitaker to come back.

We left the house that night, driving away with Rusty in the back seat still barking at every shadow. The rain kept coming down, and the headlights cut through the darkness barely at all. Not a word was said by my dad, though I could guess he was angry and scared at the same time. I looked back as we drove away at the farmhouse, its windows dark, the house looking empty.

We left the house that night, driving away with Rusty in the back seat still barking at every shadow. The rain kept coming down, and the headlights cut through the darkness barely at all. Not a word was said by my dad, though I could guess he was angry and scared at the same time. I looked back as we drove away at the farmhouse, its windows dark, the house looking empty.

I hoped I would never have to see it again. We ended up at my uncle's place, which was a small, cramped caravan in his yard. It wasn't much, but seemed at least a bit safer than the farmhouse. My uncle was surprised to see us. I mean, he welcomed us in without asking too many questions. That night, I slept on a very tiny couch, Rusty lying on the floor beside me. I hardly slept at all.

I hoped I would never have to see it again. We ended up at my uncle's place, which was a small, cramped caravan in his yard. It wasn't much, but seemed at least a bit safer than the farmhouse. My uncle was surprised to see us. I mean, he welcomed us in without asking too many questions. That night, I slept on a very tiny couch, Rusty lying on the floor beside me. I hardly slept at all.

Every little noise made me jump, and I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Whitaker's face at the window.

Every little noise made me jump, and I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Whitaker's face at the window.

and so days turned into weeks and we stayed at my uncle's place trying to figure out what to do next my dad was looking for a new place somewhere far from mr whittaker he hardly ever spoke about that night but i could see the worry on his face emma tried to act like everything was fine but i knew she was just as scared as i was I did not know if we would ever feel safe again.

and so days turned into weeks and we stayed at my uncle's place trying to figure out what to do next my dad was looking for a new place somewhere far from mr whittaker he hardly ever spoke about that night but i could see the worry on his face emma tried to act like everything was fine but i knew she was just as scared as i was I did not know if we would ever feel safe again.

One day, my dad told us we found a new place in a different town. It wasn't perfect, but it was ours. As we packed up what little we had, I couldn't help but reflect on the farmhouse and all that had happened there. I wanted to forget it, but I knew I never would. Some things just stick with you no matter how fast you run. I can still remember that nightmare very distinctly, even years later.