“Issy!” I cried into empty living room. I was returned with silence. Issy was a good hider, we always played the closet game when mommy and daddy left. Mommy was scared of the game, she said she heard creepy voices that whispered her name, and it scared her. I heard her tell daddy one day that she saw someone, and heard them calling to her. Daddy just laughed and told her to calm down that it was only Issy. Daddy wouldn’t play the game because daddy got bored too easily. I sat on the couch and pouted. Issy was always too hard to find, and I almost never got a chance to hide when we played. I heard a thump from the closet in the hallway, and another louder thump. I crept to the closet while the thumping continued.
**Hey guys! This is the first thing from my horror writers class! It's only the first paragraph of it, but there will be more! Enjoy!**
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Poems and Others
PoetryThese are poems, short stories and essay's I've written for my online poetry class and creative writing online class. I'm also going to post the stories I write when I take a Horror writing class so I hope you guys enjoy! Give feedback if you would...
