Narrative Essay Frankenstein

Why Me?

I’m terrified. I feel as if any second, this hideous creature will come out and take me out, quickly but also quietly. He’ll kill me, just like he killed my family. He has an unending quench for blood. Let me explain what this thing is as I have the time . . . for now.
It was July, school had ended, and I had just finished the fourth grade. Around the first week of July, random murders had been happening in our town. Apparently, the people who were killed were the Johnsons. I didn’t know them well, but their son, Gabriel, was someone I would always play with. He was my best friend.
Sorry, I was getting off topic.
When I saw their house . . . it was fine. No signs of a break-in were found. But when the Johnsons were carried out on stretchers, it was a picture I will never forget. Limbs were bent in a way I thought was not possible, and their faces were dead, as if they had seen a ghost. If only I had known what it was.
It was a creature that disappears at the little flash of light, but is always there in the dark, waiting.
My family and I tried to protect ourselves as much as possible. We hid lights in every room. If I had to guess, there had to be around two to five secret lights per room depending on the size. We also kept the blinds open, with the lamps always staying on. It has worked, so far. I should also add that he only appears at night, to lurk in the