IN THE SHADOWS- A short story by Shaya-Lynn McConnell. Dedicated to her Grandma and Grandpa
My heart was pounding as I raced to the phone and dialed 911. A Calm reassuring voice asked me to tell them what happened. I caught my breath and started to explain.
It all started when I came home from a party. As I walked past the garage, I noticed that the screen door was closed, but the one behind it was open. My parents were out and they weren’t coming back until I was asleep.
I slowly opened the door and went inside. I saw that there were muddy footprints going around the house. I went upstairs to investigate and I found that the upstairs hallway was dark and the window to the bathroom was open. I went into my parent’s room to see if they had come home early and gone to bed, but there was no sign of them.
I heard a voice behind me. Terrified I turned around. “Who’s there?” I screamed. As I ran downstairs I heard footsteps coming down after me. I ran outside to our neighbour’s house and called the police. They came to the house and searched high and low, but there was no sign of the person anywhere.
That night I slept at our neighbours house and left a note on our door that said: “Dear Mom and Dad, I’m at our neighbour’s house, please come and get me when you get home.”
One hour later, my parents came to get me. I told them what happened and that the police had come to check the house.
The next morning I jotted down what had happened the night before, because I wanted to solve the mystery. (I was really good at solving mysteries.)
The police stayed hidden around the house looking for anything that even moved, but nothing happened.
I went into my house to pack all of my things up because we would be living at our neighbours house until this was over. When I went to my closet, I noticed that there was a tiny hole in the wall and beside it was a little microphone. I took a picture of it and left.
I showed it to a police officer that was escorting me to my neighbour’s home. When we were almost there, I saw someone sneak into the house! The policeman called for backup. They went inside the house and caught him red-handed!
I finally realized how the microphone got there. I had seen a van pull up across the street when I got home from the party. He must have snuck in through the bathroom window and planted the microphone in the wall and got out in time for me to get into the house. He must have spoken through another microphone probably in my ceiling, or something.
Anyway, I got an award at the police station for solving the mystery!
It all started when I came home from a party. As I walked past the garage, I noticed that the screen door was closed, but the one behind it was open. My parents were out and they weren’t coming back until I was asleep.
I slowly opened the door and went inside. I saw that there were muddy footprints going around the house. I went upstairs to investigate and I found that the upstairs hallway was dark and the window to the bathroom was open. I went into my parent’s room to see if they had come home early and gone to bed, but there was no sign of them.
I heard a voice behind me. Terrified I turned around. “Who’s there?” I screamed. As I ran downstairs I heard footsteps coming down after me. I ran outside to our neighbour’s house and called the police. They came to the house and searched high and low, but there was no sign of the person anywhere.
That night I slept at our neighbours house and left a note on our door that said: “Dear Mom and Dad, I’m at our neighbour’s house, please come and get me when you get home.”
One hour later, my parents came to get me. I told them what happened and that the police had come to check the house.
The next morning I jotted down what had happened the night before, because I wanted to solve the mystery. (I was really good at solving mysteries.)
The police stayed hidden around the house looking for anything that even moved, but nothing happened.
I went into my house to pack all of my things up because we would be living at our neighbours house until this was over. When I went to my closet, I noticed that there was a tiny hole in the wall and beside it was a little microphone. I took a picture of it and left.
I showed it to a police officer that was escorting me to my neighbour’s home. When we were almost there, I saw someone sneak into the house! The policeman called for backup. They went inside the house and caught him red-handed!
I finally realized how the microphone got there. I had seen a van pull up across the street when I got home from the party. He must have snuck in through the bathroom window and planted the microphone in the wall and got out in time for me to get into the house. He must have spoken through another microphone probably in my ceiling, or something.
Anyway, I got an award at the police station for solving the mystery!
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