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On December third, the wind changed over night, and it was winter. I woke up to the burnt aroma of bacon sizzling on the stove. I got out of bed and went downstairs. I saw my mother drenched in black liquid lying on the kitchen table with an axe in her head. My ears deceived me as I heard a sound in the next room over. I wanted to know what it was but I was afraid to move. “What if the killer is in there?” After a while I mustered up enough courage to look and see what it was. I switched on the light, changing the room from its darkened appearance, and saw nothing. My eyes jolted back and forth as I heard the thumping sound. My heart was racing for an escape. I took a second gander only to see it was Raymond our family black cat. I rushed to the phone to call 911 but the line as out. “ I guess it must have frozen during the night.” I rushed to the front door to get some help but the door was frozen shut. So here I am, at the door with no way out and trapped inside with a murderer.
All of a sudden, I heard the phone ring. I ran over to the phone and picked it up. In my ear a deep breathing was on the other end. “ Hello, who is this? I really need help, please!” The voice soon replied raspily, “ I know where you are, you better hide because I’m coming after you too.” I soon slammed the phone down not knowing what to do. I sprinted to the upstairs bathroom, tripping over the Raymond. I struggled to get up reaching the bathroom panting for air. I shut the door and locked it behind me. I looked in the mirror as my reflection stared back at me. I reached for the faucet handle to splash cold water on my face. The cold water refreshed me but I soon realized that the water had turned into blood. My nose caught a whiff of an unfamiliar odor. The smell is so vile that I have no description for it. Walking slowly to the poorly flowered shower curtain, pulling it back I saw my little brother submerged in his own red liquid. The smell was his own rotting flesh. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. Fear had consumed me and I had no clue what to do. I rushed to the door, unlocking it and running to my room. I propped my desk chair up against my door and backed away slowly. The door started to shake. As the tremors grew and grew, I turned around to find a safe haven under my bed. To my shock, I saw my own physical body sitting upright and gazing at me. “ What! I can’t be there and here at the same time. Why are you there?”
My own flesh and blood advanced towards me slowly carrying a knife in their right hand. “ I told you to hide didn’t I? Now we can’t play hide and seek.” An evil look reared upon this being’s face telling me it craved my flesh. I tried to avoid it, but it was too late. My struggle was pointless, I couldn’t get from my own grasp. My other’s hand was clasped against my neck pinning on the bed and choking me.
“ This will be great fun carving your insides out. I wonder what you’ll taste like when I cook you?”
His embrace was overpowering, as all I could do was scream. Putting the glistening blade to his mouth, he like it tasting his own blood. “ It seems that I’m thirsty, will you fulfill my thirst?”
“ Don’t do this.’ I said as tears streamed down my face ‘ please don’t kill me.”
“ Oh, but I must my darling. I must feed on you.”
The knife soon dived into me, first across my belly. Carving out my intestines, a bellowing howl came from his mouth, telling of his enjoyment in this horrific event.
“ Tasty.” He said as he stroked his tongue across the blade. My life soon flashed across my eyes, but it wasn’t very exciting. The blistering edge of the knife was placed and slid across my neck, making my death painful and unforgettable.
