Who Goes There? "Just a bit longer, mom." I groaned, feeling like I haven't slept in ages. "Come on Jerome, you have to go to school." "My stomach hurts." I complained, my eyes still closed. "No it doesn't. Come on." "Alright, alright. I'm getting up" I opened my eyes, but no one was there, "mom?" I got no answer. I went out into the hallway, it was pitch black all around. I felt my way to the light switch and tried to turn it on, but nothing happened. "Weird" I mumbled."Hello?" I said slightly louder, still no answer. I stumbled to the kitchen to find a flashlight, and I stepped in something warm and wet on my way. "Ugh, what was that?" I said to no one. I opened and fumbled through a drawer I thought was the right one until I felt the grip of the flash light. I pulled it out and flicked it on. To my horror, I saw that I had stepped in a pool of dark, red, blood. There were bloody foot prints and streak marks leading to me, from my foot, but there was also a pair of prints leading away and into the dining room. "What the..." There was a loud crash and a piercing scream. It sounded like it came from upstairs. I grabbed a knife and bounded up . I noticed that the foot prints went this way too. In my parents room, the sheets were rumpled, but no one was there. I felt a warm breath on my neck. I whipped around , nothing was there. "Okay, hahaha, you got me. Guys,what's going on? Hello?"