To Alec, was the right time. I had the house to himself. It was night, I could write her story of terror, which had always wandered in his head. But he could not convey the words to the screen. << What? >> They were enough with words and the story would flow.
And taking the glass of water and took a little, those were his first words.
And then I take the glass of water and took a little. It was so unpleasant that I had felt all day, but curiosity consumed him.
He looked at one side and then the other, no one else was with him the next line of the story.
Alec looked away from the screen. Turned to one side and then the other. I was all alone. She should continue writing. Each letter was a fact that added to their reality.
Then came a strange noise outside his room.
A line which doubted. His concern long way when you hear no noise.
He was stunned by the noise ...
The same strange noise that had described, had interrupted him to finish his next line. The noise became footsteps approaching. Alec could not move a muscle.
<< It is fear, I can not move for fear >> but gave out the last sentence of his history. He does not move because he had not finished his line. That strange being came with Alec and completed his line.