The Stairs (writing sample)

Tell me what you think. Another writing sample.

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   Walking up the stairs I get an eerie feeling, like I’ve been here before. There’s something about the smell of old food in the air, the thick pile carpet under my shoes and the slight creak of the stairs with each step. My heart begins to race at the thought of what could possibly be at the very top landing. Everyone that dared me to come into this house is gathered at the front door looking up through the side glass. Then it hits me, the type of fear that stops you in mid-stride, and I can’t bring myself to take another step. There’s a slight cool breeze, followed by heat. I want to run, but I can’t move. I’d like to scream but all the wind has been sucked out of my chest and I feel a tear welling up in my right eye just waiting to roll down my cheek.

  Everything goes silent, then suddenly a burst of footsteps heading in my direction start. I abandon all common sense and jump from the step I’m on to the bottom landing and run towards the door. I notice all my friends are gone and I can tell that the footsteps haven’t stopped. I thrust open the door and run until I go airborne off the porch. I pick myself up and start running towards my house down the street, then I have a thought. “I don’t want whatever is chasing me to know where I live”

I run past my house and down the street towards the police station. As soon as I cross the last block, I feel a rush of relief. I look back and I all I see is a person in a hood walking in the opposite direction. I stop running once I’m in front of the police station, this time when I look back, I see that same figure turn around and start walking quickly in my direction. I start running again, this time into the police station. I notice that all of my friends that were at the window are huddled in a corner talking to a police officer. I’m immediately furious and start to yell.

“Why the hell did you all leave me?!”

Nobody even looks up. I walk over to one and grab his shoulder to turn him around and I wake up in my bed, covered in sweat and hoarse. I’m never taking Z-quil again.