Young Writers Society

Here is the link for the song it's in the comments. I recommend listen after you finish the story.

Out of instinct he screamed. “Go away the police are on there way!” After the words left his mouth he regretted saying this because the girl was unaffected by his threat.

“I can see your fear, but I want to see it closer.” Her voice was clear and loud, but she wasn’t yelling it was just loud. He scrambled behind his couch and got into a ball facing towards his kitchen. She sounded like she just walked out of the movie he was watching. The next time she spoke it sounded clearer. Soft tapping on the window came in between her ding dongs. Her silhouette filled the window and he ran. He jumped through his doorway and slammed the door. He logged onto his computer and went to Google. He heard somewhere that you could contact the authorities on the internet. He typed it in quickly but was devastated when the screen came on with a “not connected” sign. His hands dropped and he heard footsteps. They were small sounding but had a faint resemblance to when his mother wore heels.

“You are very bad at hiding. This game we're playing is almost over. It hasn’t lasted long you know.” She announced in a sing song tone. He jumped from his chair and locked his door then rested his weight against it.

“We’re not playing any game! How did you get in?” He yelled at the door. A shadow came under the door along with a sweet giggle.

“I’ll get in, no need for permission. There are no rules in this game.” She waited for a response but he just shook. His arms, legs, hands shook without permission. Tears began strolling down his face when she spoke again. “You know i’m going to win there is no point in hiding...Romero.”

His mouth dropped and a fearful gasps erupted from him. No one knew that nickname but Roy. he had given the name after they found the great director George A. Romero. He was a famous horror director and George had the great honor of sharing his name with the god of horror. His parents couldn’t find out about the name and kids at school wouldn’t understand. It was his and Roy's thing. His mind blanked and went back to the thought of Roy being behind this. It was the only explanation...but why would he scare him so much. The girly voice began humming and the knock shook with such a force he thought it might break. The humming turned into a little song.

“Ding dong Romero, where are you? I’m going to find you and win this game. La la la.” the door itself began to shake but the song wasn’t being muffled by the sound. If anything it was louder and clear than anything else, including his sobs. He feet scrambled to the closet and it shut as softly as he could manage.

“Ding dong I can hear you crying, There isn’t any point your mommys not coming to find you. I can hear your breathing.” He stopped his breath and the song stopped almost as if it were on pause.The door creaked and she entered with heavy steps. She hummed and the song continued. “I wonder If you’re under the bed, nope not there either.” she hummed and spoke the rhythm with the words “There’s really only one place you must be.” Her fingers tapped the song on the closet door and it opened with swing and a woosh. “I win your-”

His scream could match up with any girl in any slasher at the moment his eyes burst open. He sobbed and tried to catch his breath. The room was silent except for the faint voices on the TV. he sat up fully and realized he was alone .No girl and no song. The room filled with an eerie silence he jumped to his feet and rushed to the door. His socks slid and he rammed into the hardwood. His fingers fumbled but eventually got the door unlocked and open. He jumped off his porch onto wet cold grass. His eyes peered into his dark house and no one emerged from the black emptiness. After several minutes of coxing himself he march into his home and slammed the door after him. His foot raised to take a step cold fingers wrapped around his torso.

“It”