Writing Prompt

Steps.

Whispers.

Take another step.

The music speeds up.

You can’t keep up with him.

The Midnight Walker, there he is.

Running, racing, he’s plowing through.

The Midnight Walker, here he comes.

For your family, for your friends.

For your life and your breath.

Run, baby, you better run.

He’s chanting faster.

Screaming.

Choked echoes…

Fading in and out, louder.

He’s hanging over you, friend.

Taloned...

“Get out of my house! Now Dan!”I grunt.

“Marlee we have a job, and we need you to do it! Please? It’s just one thing!” Dan begs. I don’t know what he’s thinking I did ‘a job only I could do’ and it got my husband killed.

“Dan, my kids are more important than money! They could get hurt!”

“Look I know your still worried after what happened with Wyatt but-” I slam my hands onto the table.

...

Get out of my house!

I usually don’t say that anyone. No one really comes over to my house. I am secluded from this world like a prisoner in solitary confinement, but I have chosen my sentence. Each and every letter and word of it.

Hard cold blue eyes turned teary eyed like a puppy at my harsh words. Who knew such a person could break so easily. I almost felt bad for what I had done. Ashamed of ...

“Get out of my house!” I screamed.

My neighbor had just forced himself in my apartment, although I had secured a chain lock on the door. I was terrified and trapped like a scared animal. I could not escape unless I went out the window. I lived on the 6th floor, so that would have killed me to jump.

This had begun as just an uncomfortable encounter with a guy who lived a couple doors down from me....

“Get out of my house!”

I roar like a lion.

I stare intently, glossing over and over and over again.

The man, staring back at me, unphased by my anger sees through my hollow rage.

He haunts me

Hunts me down

Follows me wherever I go.

He smashes my spirit

Kills my ego

And chokes the life out of my hopes and dreams.

He’s there with me,

Taunting me

Menacingly.

Yet,

He’s the only one who has been...

“Get out of my house !”, he screamed as he frantically ran towards the bathroom.

I was already blocking the door before he even took two steps forward. His horrified eyes and quivering lips made me fall in love with him all over again. There’s something about that sad scared look that gives me all the feels.

“Leave me alone !”, he screams again as he runs past me towards the front door.

...

“Get out of my house” my voice was eerily calm as I confronted him. This man. The man I thought I loved, the man I did love, the man I thought could be the one. “Shit Madeleine, I didn’t mean it, I… you know I… I didn’t meant it.” His hand was shaky, as he rested it on the kitchen island. He wasn’t making any move to leave. I repeated myself, louder and slower this time. “Get. Out. Of. My. House.”...

“get out of my house!”

my husband grabbed his gun from behind the bookshelf as he bellowed this phrase down the hall. i knew his heart was beating heavily. mine was.

i snuggled my six-month old daughter closer into my chest and listened to her breath softly. as far as she knew, she was safe. and it would stay that way as long as i could help it.

i heard his steps thump down the hall, and i t...

Get Out Of My House! Was scrawled in block letters along the side of the old Chuck E. Cheese. Smashed dolls and a conspicuous blood stain decorated the handicapped ramp. Hands raised, I approached slowly. The two guards at the front door raised the automatic rifles when I stopped. Both were built like dump trucks, one with a gnarly face tattoo and the other with two gnarly face tattoos.

“State you...

“Get out of my house. Get, shoo”, the old woman flailed her hands as she squawked, the rolled newspaper in her hand colliding with Evans chest painfully.

Evan stared down at the woman standing on his doorstep, absolutely dumbfounded.

“I…er….what?”, he managed to sputter, still half asleep. He had been upstairs in his bed catching up on some much-needed sleep after a full night of bartending , o...