"Aw, do you guys have to go now?" said Albert to Nicole and Alex as they were about to leave, pleading for them to stay a while longer.
It was 9:23 PM and their parents are getting ready to head out. It was a long, fun and tiresome day. Everyone needed to rest. Except for Albert, of course.
He wanted to have a birthday party all day!
"I'm sorry, Albert. We have to go home too.
But hey! We can still make plans for next week! We will have to talk about it in school though," said Nicole as she tried to make Albert feel better about the day ending so quickly.
Alex nodded in agreement with everything she said. He was tired as well. He fell silent due to exhaustion, so he let her do all the talking.
"well alright. wait here just a second. I want to give you guys something," Albert said to them as he rushed upstairs to grab some drawing he made. Another talent he had in him.
He was quite the young artist, to say the least. He was pretty much into colors and papers! Art took a huge life in his childhood.
He'd spend hours drawing something so simple on a paper just because he likes it. He'd draw a house and a tree by a river, and he'd draw the sun far in the corner of the paper.
Although, they were simple drawings, so they were a big start to ignite whatever talent he had and make it bloom.
He opened his door and went over and knelt down near his wooden box where he keeps all his toys and things he likes in it.
The lights were turned off but that didn't bother him because he left the door open and the light from the hallway was pretty much lighting up the whole room.
He started searching for his drawings but he couldn't find them. Now, where did he put them? Did his mother throw them away? she usually tells him before throwing any drawings out.
'whispers, whispers, whispers, whispers'
"huh?" Albert froze there as he heard those faraway murmurs. It sounds so familiar. it's his room. He totally forgot about it. He turned around to look at the window.
It looks normal and nothing dark was in it. This is weird. He got up and started slowly approaching closer to it, so he could have a better look-see.
'SLAM!' Albert gasped in shock and jumped in fear as the door closed so suddenly on Albert and his vision turned pitch black, except for the light that's coming through his window.
The streets were all lit up so the window passed on a good portion of luminosity. He kept staring at the window like it was telling him something.
Albert, out of sheer fear widened his eyeballs at the sight that's in front of him.
A pitch black figure on the window was there! Was it on the window or is it from outside the window? Albert was going crazy. He had no idea what that thing is.
It looked tall, and its chest area was wide and as if it had a big head. Spikes were prominent from its back area, making it look like a big spider.
Albert was about to get up and make a run for the door, but he tripped and was being pulled to the window's direction as he started hearing shrieks of horror and despair.
His screams filled the room and he tried calling for help ever so desperately.
"MOOOOOOOM! DAAAAAD!" young Albert screamed at the top of his lungs in the hope that someone might hear him and come quickly.
Everyone rushed upstairs frightened and horrified at the screams of the kid.
"ALBERT!" Martha screamed in horror when she saw entered the room and saw him, followed by the rest of the people that hadn't gone home yet.
His vision started to become blurry and his head was very heavy. Like he was tied to an anchor that was pulling him downwards.
All he could remember was some people surrounding him mumbling words. he couldn't make out a single word.