The Celts

My own scary story: the evil of the thriller

It was close to midnight and Jace couldn't sleep. It had been happening for the last two nights and he didn't seem to find a way to be able to sleep peacefully. 
He was trying to find a comfortable position when, suddenly, he heard a door slam. He brushed it away, though, thinking it was just his parents going to their bedroom. He soon realized he was wrong, because he started to hear steps approaching his room. "It's just my parents" he thought "It can't be anything else". But he was wrong again. 
Under the moonlight, he saw how his door opened to reveal a sight that almost stopped his heart: a grisly ghoul covered in blood and showing off its teeth, prepared to attack. Jace tried to scream, but it felt like he had lost his voice. 
The ghoul started to crawl towards his bed, but Jace was paralyzed. He tried to move, but he couldn't. When the beast was about to strike, it felt like something inside of Jace clicked and he started to run. The creature was chasing after him at a really fast pace and the only thing Jace could do was hope for the best. He tried to open the front door but he couldn't: it was locked. He screamed and cried for help but it felt like no one heard him. He felt the ghoul hot on his heels and reaching for him, so he started to run even faster.
But running came to an end, because the ghoul trapped him in the corridor with no place to go into, and he couldn't escape. 
Jace closed his eyes and hoped this was just his imagination, or maybe a bad dream, but it really wasn't. 
Darkness fell across the land, midnight was close, creatures were crawling in search of blood and no mortal can resist the evil of the thriller.