Homemade

Siren

~This story is made in a boy named Jack's point of view. When you see stars surrounding a sentence, those are Jack's thoughts. Enjoy my stories!~

        I woke up in my house, in the earliest of morning... In other words, I woke up at 3am. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a burger. I was about to shove it in my mouth, when I remembered what time it was. I threw away the burger and grabbed a glass of water. I closed my eyes to yawn and when I opened them there was a man standing before me. I couldn't move. I was born with an odd disease which rarely allowed me to move freely. I could not move, and I closed my eyes. I opened them and he was still there.

         "e-excuse me...?" I managed to sputter. "Oh, I apologize dearly, young man. I am sorry to have scared you, I was just about to ask your name." I see he is wearing an office suit. "It's jack." I barely breathe out. "Well, I am Timo. Tee-Moh. "I work at am office across the street, you heard of it?" I froze. The abandoned office. It was closed after a man committed suicide, and many other deaths from the office were of suicide. Could this be a man that survived? The police believed that somebody convinced them to commit suicide. "Yes, I've heard of it, Timo." I reply, shaking. Just then I heard footsteps coming from the hallway. It was my little sister Zora. She was eight at the time. The man disappeared and I turned around quickly She rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Jack, what are you." she paused to yawn again. "Doing in here? Who are you." she yawned again. "talking to?" I shrugged and went back to bed. The next morning I woke up and threw on my black hoodie. I went across the street with a flashlight, and entered the office building. The man from last night stood upon me. "You didn't keep talking to me, Jack." he said coldly. "I mean business." just then I woke up in utter blackness. I couldn't move, and I couldn't think of anything but how hungry I was. Later on a person reported seeing a grave move. I saw a bright light a few minutes later, and people looked down at me. I couldn't remember anything but hunger, and blackness. The people pulled me out and started saying stuff I didn't understand. One said: "A-o... rrrr... you... yoo. Okay? oh kay...?" I had to put the sounds together, but it made no sense. I could understand everything I was saying, but nobody else. I had to go to a speech therapist all day until I learned words. All I remember from this event. is cold eyes staring at me mercilessly.