The door shuts behind as Mom and Dad leave for their "special night out", leaving me with my naughty little sister. I turn to her, putting my hands on my hips. "Okay, this time you do not get up in the middle of the night and try to take Venisa on a walk, okay?" I ordered her, pointing to our sad blue beta fish who I had to put on top of the fridge, just in case. Julia nodded, smiling widely and a drip of drool hanging from her chin. I sighed, rubbing my eyes and pulling Julia by her puggy hand into our TV room. I put on Julia's favorite show, The Backyardagins, and let myself slowly drift off.
I awoke later to find that our power had seemed to have been shut off. All the lights in the house where off, and the only thing that was illuminating the room was the weak light of my phone. Which was buzzing, as if it was alive and panicking. I picked it up, squinting at the words that apeared on the screen:
This is not a drill. Please stay in your house and do not go near your windows or or doors. We are under attack. Again, this is an emergency issued from the state. Do not leave your houses. I felt my heart leap into my throat, and there was a brief moment of tense silence when I realized something was missing. Or rather, someone.
"Julia!" I cried, standing up and looking franticly around the dimly lit room. Just then, my phone basically exploded. Hundreds of texts from random numbers all across the world flashed the same message to me over and over again.
Let me in.
Let us in.
Don't fear us.
Open your door.
Look through your window.
I stifled a shrill scream and raced into our kitchen, franticly looking for my lost sister. I looked to the fish bowl at the top of the fridge, out of habit, and realized that Venisa was gone, too.
Oh no.
Then, I heard something that still chills me to the bone today, three slow knocks on our front door. I turned slowly, my heart about to break out of my chest and my mind screaming with horror and distain. The buzzing on my phone slowed slightly, and I looked and saw that the messages had changed.
Let.
Us.
In.
Julia is with us.
Come get your sister.
I dropped my phone, watching it crack on the white tiled floor. The knocking came again at our door, and this time, it seemed louder, and quicker. I could also hear the whisper of voices, but they where too far away to understand. I stood in my dark kitchen, my phone still rattling with the strange messages on the floor, and I ran quickly and blindly in the dark to our wooden knife stand that my dad had bought just for me, on my birthday last year, because of my passion for cooking. I grabbed the biggest knife, which had a red handle, picking my phone up from the floor, and started to creep towards our door.
I awoke later to find that our power had seemed to have been shut off. All the lights in the house where off, and the only thing that was illuminating the room was the weak light of my phone. Which was buzzing, as if it was alive and panicking. I picked it up, squinting at the words that apeared on the screen:
This is not a drill. Please stay in your house and do not go near your windows or or doors. We are under attack. Again, this is an emergency issued from the state. Do not leave your houses. I felt my heart leap into my throat, and there was a brief moment of tense silence when I realized something was missing. Or rather, someone.
"Julia!" I cried, standing up and looking franticly around the dimly lit room. Just then, my phone basically exploded. Hundreds of texts from random numbers all across the world flashed the same message to me over and over again.
Let me in.
Let us in.
Don't fear us.
Open your door.
Look through your window.
I stifled a shrill scream and raced into our kitchen, franticly looking for my lost sister. I looked to the fish bowl at the top of the fridge, out of habit, and realized that Venisa was gone, too.
Oh no.
Then, I heard something that still chills me to the bone today, three slow knocks on our front door. I turned slowly, my heart about to break out of my chest and my mind screaming with horror and distain. The buzzing on my phone slowed slightly, and I looked and saw that the messages had changed.
Let.
Us.
In.
Julia is with us.
Come get your sister.
I dropped my phone, watching it crack on the white tiled floor. The knocking came again at our door, and this time, it seemed louder, and quicker. I could also hear the whisper of voices, but they where too far away to understand. I stood in my dark kitchen, my phone still rattling with the strange messages on the floor, and I ran quickly and blindly in the dark to our wooden knife stand that my dad had bought just for me, on my birthday last year, because of my passion for cooking. I grabbed the biggest knife, which had a red handle, picking my phone up from the floor, and started to creep towards our door.
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