I had just gotten home from school. Being tired and stubborn, as my mother always described me, I did not start my homework right away. Instead I though that I might go and hang out with some friends for a bit. I just needed to ask my mother for permission. So I called her name.
The voice had come from upstairs. It sounded like her but It was slightly off. My mom was always excited to hear what I had to say. So I called again.
There it was again. There was part of me that knew that this wasn’t mother, and that I should run away as fast as I could, but I had really wanted to see here after a long day of school.
I started walking up the stairs calling her again, only to get the same response. Though it had come from the last room on the left side of the hallway. What was mom doing in the guest room? I slowly approached the door hoping that mom would come out any second to greet me. But I was wrong.
I suddenly heard the front door open and someone walk in.
“Hey Zach, sorry I didn’t leave a note or something, I just needed to run to the grocery store real fast.”
It was at that moment that the guest room door slammed open.
Author: AlexanderThe last room on the left.,