Creative Writing: The Nightmare

Part I of Essay
It all began one day when I was over my friend Susan's house. Her parents had just left for vacation to Texas, leaving her home by herself. I was allowed to stay that weekend while her parents were away. Susan and I were sitting down eating when she got a call from the ....

Part II of Essay
.... they had a long night planned. We told them to have a nice time and they both grabbed their coats and left. Julie started crying just as they closed the door. We gave her a bottle and put her down to watch some TV. Then the phone rang and Susan and I looked at each other, seeing who was going to answer it. I answered the phone but no one was there. I said hello again, but still no answer. All I could hear was someone breathing heavily. It was loud, gasping, and very frightening. I said hello again and heard a faint, masculine voice. ....