Disclaimer: A bit graphic for some people, I'm warning you ahead of time. So don't blame me if you are slightly disturbed by it.
I drive down the dirt road in my mom's mini van, ready to pick up my darling sister and her friends from an abandoned house they decided would be cool to throw a party in. I was just handing out candy to the young kids in my Homestuck Troll outfit, when I got the call.
Come now! Please, please please! I might die! My sister's frantic voice and whimper made be nearly drop the phone. Now my sister is usually the queen of all drama queens and exaggerates stories on a daily basis. But that voice really triggered me to run out the door. Sorry kids, you already have enough sugar to get diabetes without me adding on to your stash.
I park a block away from the broken down house, which held an black mist in the air. I thought I smelt decay, but that was ridiculous right? I creaked open the door, before stepping inside the dusty welcoming room. It had holes and red liquid in patches on the floor. Probably fruit punch, right? RIGHT?!
With small steps I make my way through the house, coming to a stop in the study. Why were there no people? Was this a screwed up prank? A small, black diary catches my attention and my legs subconsciously move towards it. I pick the darn thing up and read.
Dear Diary
I don't like it here they keep me trapped in my own house hold. Shouldn't I have freedom? Mom and dad are angering me again, and to realise the stress I'm watching horror movies. The Evil Dead is now one of my favorite movies. I especially like the killer.
Yours Truly,
Jennifer
Dear Diary
I have a knife collection now, It's good for stabbing the toys in my room. My parents don't know, but I doubt they'd care. Every time I stab something I feel like Jeff the Killer. And I like it! What would happen if I caused another person harm? Sounds interesting right.
Yours Truly,
Jennifer
Dear Diary
You may have noticed that I ran out of ink, so I'm writing in blood! My parents found out about my knifes and tried to take them away. They don't understand, no one does! That's why I killed them and this is their blood. I don't know why, but it feels nice. Killing I mean.
Note: If you read this I will kill you too. I look forward to it <3
Yours Truly
Jennifer
I back away from the table, and something wet hit my face. I look up expecting to see a pipe, but instead I saw my sister and her friends with their bloodied bodies torn apart. They were hardly recognizable
"You're next~" I spin around to see a twenty something woman, holding a large knife coated crimson. She was pale with stringy raven black hair, the t-shirt and jeans were covered in fresh blood. Jennifer.
Before she can even move, I crash through the window glass getting stuck to my skin. So… Painful, but there comes a time in life where you run for your life. And this is my time.
I sprint to the best of my abilities, the woman hot on my trail. I hurl myself into my mothers mini van, slam the door and drive frantically away without my seat belt. Who needs those when you're being hunted by a killer?!
"Miss Coleman, I realize you followed the scary theme for this creative writing class. But I can't accept this, as it is against school policies. Try writing about casper or the like." 638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdcv25l6kxq
I frown at my teacher, but write a new story about two grade schoolers trick or treating. What a waste, the woman didn't even read the whole thing! Ms. Davis clearly stated that it had to give her chills, and I did that!
Whatever. I hope the grade schoolers being pranked by their older brother is good enough for the school policies.
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