Its Better in the Morning.Mature

A story with good irony and thought

My car gave out. I hit the dashboard in frustration. It was raining and I was scared. I have watched enough horror movies as a child to make me frightened. I pulled over. I was thinking to wait to see if other cars would go by, but i realized that this road was really familiarized so I got out of my car and started to walk. 30 minutes later, I came across a dirt. I decided to walk down it, thinking a house might be apon it. Acouple minutes later, a creepy, scary old house came in view. I was thinking that maybe no one was living in the house, but i decided to knock on the door anyway. It was answered rather quickly by a man that seemed to be in his 70's. I asked him if he had a phone in his house i could use to call a garage. By the look on his face, it seemed like he wouldnt trust me, but he let me in anyway. The inside of the house looked antiquish and that none of the furniture had been purchased in the last 60 years or so. I was surprised that there was even a phone in this creepy house. I called the nearest garage and they said that someone would be down at noon the next day. I hung up and asked the man his name. He said it was Joe and asked mine. I told him it was Rudy. He shown me to a room which I can stay in for the night. It had a red carpet, a canope bed, and a lamp. I was really tired, so I decided to go straight to bed. A few minutes passed and I heard footsteps going up and down and up and down the stairs. I figured it was Joe. Then I heard him stop at the door, and start scratching it. I shrugged it off, and fell asleep. I awoke the next morning by sun shining into my room. I looked at my watch to see that it was 11:20 and realized that i needed to get to my car. I walked downstairs to be greeted by Joe. He asked me how I slept and I told him I had a hard time falling asleep. He asked me if it was because of being in such a house like this. I laughed and said yeah. I headed to the door, but before I could put my hand on the handle, I saw black. I gained consiousness to see that I was tied to a wheel chair in a basement...or at least thats what it looked like. Horrible smells filled the place. I looked around. In the corner of my eye, I saw something shiney. I turned my head forward to see Joe with a knife in his hand. I tried to struggle free but it was no use. It just made me worn out. Joe took a few steps forward. I asked him why he was doing this and why now. He told me it was because when people come to a house like this when its pouring rain at night, they expect something to happen so their defense is up and they are more scared. But in the morning, people realize they have made in through the night with no interuptions so they decide to be less defensive. I asked him again why he was doing this, and why now. He told me that I needed not to worry. As I gained more fear, Joe came at me, his eyes beat black, and all I could do...was scream....

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