My 333 word story this week, is Snowman's Revenge. I hope you will enjoy
Roger couldn’t sleep; it wasn’t because he’d spent the day playing in the snow, before pummeling, with great joy, a snowman that Paul from across the street had taken time to build. What kept him awake were the clawing sounds at his window. He knew something tried to get in, but every time he looked out he didn’t see anything but the thrashed snow across the street where some dog had peed.
He had gone to his parent’s room twice already to tell them he couldn’t sleep because of the sound. “It’s just the wind sweetheart,” his mother said, “causing the tree limbs to bang against your window, that’s all.”
” You’re too old to believe in ghost, son,” his father added with a touch of humor. He never said it was a ghost; whatever clawed at his window was real.
Seeing his fear, she hugged him. “Sweetie, it will be alright we’re right here nothing’s going to happen to you.” She kissed him before he returned to his room.
Roger covered his head as the scraping sounds grew louder. In the dark of his room, those tree limbs looked like hands scratching to get inside. He was ten but at that moment he wanted his Mommy.
Suddenly the sounds stopped, but the wind still howled like some creature in pain.Roger steeled himself before peeping out from under the covers. That’s when he saw the long shadow of a man creeping through his window.
Roger quickly jumped out of the bed and grabbed the first thing he found, his thick wool coat. He threw it in the direction of the man and ran from the room, yelling for his parents. “Someone’s in the house!”
When the police investigated, they found just Roger’s coat and an unusually large yellow puddle on his floor. They all turned to the ten year old for answers.
“Someone was here,” Roger protested. “It was,…it was Paul’s Snowman, he must’ve melted.”
"Sweetie." Mommy gaze melt "We all have accidents."
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