By Liana Bordonaro

My name is Aubrey and this is a story about the scariest night of my life. This is how it starts…

   It was about midnight in the town of Glen Head, and I was asleep on my couch watching some TV. There was a lightning storm going on and the rain was coming down hard.


  A strike of lightning made everything shake. It was so loud that it woke me up. I looked around wondering what had happened, but I couldn’t see anything, it was pitch black. “The lightning must have caused a power outage,” I thought. I tried looking around for a flashlight and attempted to make my way to the kitchen, but it was so dark it felt like I was walking forever. 

  It seemed like I have been walking down a hallway, but the strange part is I don’t have any long hallways in my house. Finally, I got to the kitchen and found a flashlight in one of the drawers. I turned it on and looked around.

   Then I saw something, a person, standing in the corner of the room. I rubbed my eyes thinking that since it’s late, I was probably seeing things. When I opened them back up, it was gone. I start to make my way to the stairs to get to bed, but before I step on the first step I hear something that sounds like my name. 

“Aubrey, Aubrey” 

I hesitated, then ran up the stairs toward my room. 

   As I walked down the hallway, it seemed like someone was following me. I turned around, and saw nothing, I shone the flashlight around a bit until I turn back around, and there it is. A person. Tall. Long hair. Ripped clothing. They were wearing a mask so I couldn’t see their face. I want to scream when they grab me and puts a blindfold on my face. 

I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t know where I was going but they were taking me somewhere. 

A door closed. I was sitting in a chair. The blindfold fell off, and I was in a small, dark room. I called out “HELP,” but no one comes. The door opened, the person came in, and 
they plopped down in a chair across from me. 

“Who are you, and where am I?” I asked the person, but they didn’t answer. I asked again.

“Who are you, and where am I?” Still no answer. I was getting scared.

   A couple of minutes later they got up and try putting the blind fold back on me. I kicked and screamed as they try to put the blindfold back on. Finally they gave up and sat back down. 

I asked again, one last time. “Who are you, and where am I?”

    Finally they answer, “I’m not going to tell you who I am but I’ll tell you where you are. Well, you’re not home, and you’re not going back.”

I wanted to scream.

I woke up. I’m in a hospital room, and I knew that wasn’t a dream.