Arent You Glad You Didn T Turn On The Light
Alyssa Martin-Davis
Scary Stories & Urban Legends She commandeered the room in the basement of her vacant house as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Jenna was attempting to pull an all-nighter but she had such an extensive exhausting day. Her parents had wanted a weekend out for some time and they thought this would be the perfect opportunity since Jenna needed to study for her final exams. Jenna’s little sister, Khloe, mostly steered clear of her at all times. She was at the age that it wasn’t cool to interact with her family. It was about 12:45am when Jenna had realized she didn’t have her history textbook to study from. She had thought to herself that maybe she would be okay without but she thought twice about this and groaned slightly and went upstairs to grab her textbook. The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her sister. The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her quickly. She entered the room that her and her sister had shared and took every step with caution—not wanting to wake her up. She could hear her sister breathing on the far side of the room—a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running and was trying to catch her breath. Jenna had a sneaking suspicion that Khloe had caught a cold from someone at their high school. There so many people that were sick, it was hazardous to even go there. She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady
Scary Stories & Urban Legends She commandeered the room in the basement of her vacant house as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Jenna was attempting to pull an all-nighter but she had such an extensive exhausting day. Her parents had wanted a weekend out for some time and they thought this would be the perfect opportunity since Jenna needed to study for her final exams. Jenna’s little sister, Khloe, mostly steered clear of her at all times. She was at the age that it wasn’t cool to interact with her family. It was about 12:45am when Jenna had realized she didn’t have her history textbook to study from. She had thought to herself that maybe she would be okay without but she thought twice about this and groaned slightly and went upstairs to grab her textbook. The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her sister. The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her quickly. She entered the room that her and her sister had shared and took every step with caution—not wanting to wake her up. She could hear her sister breathing on the far side of the room—a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running and was trying to catch her breath. Jenna had a sneaking suspicion that Khloe had caught a cold from someone at their high school. There so many people that were sick, it was hazardous to even go there. She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady