the short story project


Shannon Bell

Don’t make a sound 

Do you ever get the feeling that someones watching you? Like you’ll be sitting in class and look over your shoulder and make eye contact with the person behind you. It’s instinct. As humans, we can tell when we are being watched, or followed, or if we are in danger.

Lately, I’ve been having this strange feeling that someone has been looking at me. And it’s not just in one place. I’ll be at the mall with my friends and suddenly get chills up and down my spine, goosebumps crawling down my arms. But I’ll look around and not see anyone. I’m sometimes sitting in my room by myself and get the same feeling which makes no sense cause I’m on the second floor and my window faces our backyard. At first, I just put the feeling off saying that it was because of all the scary movies I’ve been watching lately. I was wrong.

My sister Nicole would order us Ubereats sometimes when our parents aren’t home for dinner and we’ll usually get checkers or Chinese. The other night it was just me and my sister at home and she ordered us food. We were both sitting in the living room until she went upstairs to take care of the cat. Right, when she got upstairs there was a knock on the door. I didn’t answer and instead called up to my sister asking if the food was here. They knocked again saying that it was the food. But I hadn’t heard a car pull up and if the food was close my sister would’ve told me so that I’d be ready to pay. I don’t know why but I just got a really bad feeling when this person knocked on the door. Something just didn’t feel right.

Nicole called down asking who was at the door making the whole situation even more unnerving. Ubereats will let you know when the delivery person is at your door and she normally gets a call when the food is here. I grab the dog and go upstairs to ask her if the driver was here or even close. She said that they just picked up the food now and that they would be here in ten minutes. I stood frozen. I didn’t know what to say back. All I could do was stand in the middle of the hallway trying to think of who could be at the door.

After a good thirty seconds of me staring back at my sister, another knock on the door brought me back to reality. I told her to get in her room, lock the door, and call 911. She started asking me what was going on and I told her there was a random person at our door saying they were the ubereats driver. Nicole closed her curtain, locked the door and called 911 while I called my parents. My sister started telling the cops our address when we heard a loud bang coming from the door downstairs. And another… and another… till we heard the door break open.

At this point my sister had called the police and was told to stay on the line in case he got in. We could hear someone walking around downstairs first through the living room, and than to the kitchen. We could hear him trying to get inside my parent’s room. We thought that he might think that’s where we hid because our parents lock their door whenever they leave. About five minutes later we were able to hear the guy start up the stairs. I could see my sister was ready to lose it but stayed calm and cool on the outside. She had me get in the closet and whispered “Don’t make a sound, the cops will be here soon” 

Then the door started shaking. He was knocking on the door saying to just come out and make things easy. We stayed as silent as possible, trying to breathe quietly so that the guy wouldn’t be able to hear us. It was like that for five minutes, him pleading for us to come out followed by a couple of loud bangs on the door, but it felt like forever. I felt my heart beating so much that I thought he’d be able to hear it. At one point whoever had come into the house had left but than  came back to the door acting even more violently. He started banging and kicking on the door yelling at us to come out saying that he would kill us instead.

Than the cops came. We could see the lights and hear the sirens coming down the block. The guy started banging on the door yelling and screaming “you’ll pay for this!!” We were able to hear the guy frantically running around the house knowing he was caught.

By the time the cops came upstairs, they had caught the middle-aged man that had been secretly following both me and my sister around for months until he had the perfect opportunity to kidnap us. We were told that when they went to his house to do an investigation that there was a secret basement with lines of cages and evidence that we weren’t the only ones.

I don’t even want to imagine what would have happened if he had gotten to us and the cops not coming in time. I sometimes get the same feeling even though I know that the man is in prison and will be for a long time. I just can’t get the thought out of my head, “what if he comes back”


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