Gothic Short Story

It was a cold stormy night. The house was still. I was lying in bed when I heard a series of knocks at the door. As I descended the stairs the knocks were getting louder and louder. I thought to myself, "Who could be at the door this late at night?" When I opened the door there was a tall man dressed all in black. He smelled of fish and looked like he just walked out of a mud pit. He was having car troubles and needed to use the phone. I invited him in and told him that the phone was down the hall in the living room. Instead of calling the tow truck he called his friend, George, to come pick him up. I invited him to have a cup of coffee and some cookies while he waited for his friend to pick him up. We talked for about an hour when there was another knock at the door.

The police were here looking for a murder named Harry. Harry had just escaped from jail and stole a guard 's car. The guard 's car was located outside of my house. We went into the kitchen to find the man with car troubles missing. The police jolted outside to try to catch him. They couldn 't find him, but questioned me about him for what seemed like hours. When they finally left, I went upstairs to go back to sleep.

When I awoke Harry was in my bedroom, staring at me. I was frightened. Harry wanted my money and my car immediately. I gave him all of the money in my wallet, which only came out to be $100.00. Harry wasn 't satisfied, he wanted more. He put a gun up against my head and said, "Go to the bank and give me all of your money!" Harry forced me into my own car and made me drive to the closest bank. After we emptied my bank account I drove back to my house.

When we arrived at my house, there was a short stubby man named George waiting on my porch. Harry called George the previous night because he needed a place to stay. George was furious with Harry for calling him during the night. Harry tried to calm George down, by giving him some of my money for his troubles. George was not satisfied.