Creative Writing: Life After High School

”Wake up!” A thundering clap goes off. Xavier looked around in fear as he woke up, “Hello? Is anyone there?” says Xavier. He looks around with fright as he grasps onto a knife under his bed. “I’m giving you one last chance to show yourself!” A rat scurries across the floorboards, “It was probably just nothing” he stutters. He walks back to the bed to notice that his window was open, he drags his feet across the cold oak wood floor and begins to close the window, he overhears a creak in the floorboards behind him and turns around abruptly with the knife constricted tightly in his hand. He slowly walks forward taking deep breaths trying not to show fear. “I can hear your heart beat human…” “Who are you?! Where are you?!” All goes silent again. “I do not matter, for it is you, who matters.” “What do you want from me?!” There’s a whisper

He walks outside to throw his garbage bag away, but looks back to notices someone sneaking into his home. He creeps towards the front door, he gradually turns the handle and starts to push the door open, Looking around for a weapon of some sort he finds a pair of scissors and begins to walk forward again. “Hello?” All goes silent… A door squeaks down the hall, slowly shutting.

Two days later, His friend Dixon who’s learning about Greek mythology at the time comes up to him with a book titled "αρχαία γνώση” He talks about some sort of demon called an Ifrit. “Dude, Dude look at this! You said that your house burnt down, these demons have wings of fire! “So Dixon? That doesn’t mean it snuck into my house and decided to burn it down for no reason” Says Xavier
“This book is the one chance you have to find what tried to kill you that night!”
“I’ll be fine, I was probably just dreaming”
“Then tell me how a fire appeared out of no where!”
“I don’t know, I’m gonna be late for class, I’ll talk to you