I woke up early in the morning, picked up my mail, and had a
fairly ordinary morning. There was a piece for me that had no
return address. I opened the letter and read:
Once on this Earth
Of soil and clay,
we shall all be cursed and fey.
After reading the nonsense, the paper was never to be seen
again. If there was one thing I didn't believe in, that would
be spells and witchcraft. Because I make my own luck and nobody
is ever going to take whatever future I have planned away from
That morning, during breakfast, I watched my favorite
trilogy; Spiderman. I was on the third part. The reason it was
my favorite is because Henry was in there. I still think he's
the best, even if he did turned evil. I got to the part when he
teamed up with Peter to fight the bad guys but the worse part
comes after that. Henry dies!
Tears filled my eyes. I couldn't help it. Every time I
see that part, I always cry. I hate it when Henry
At that moment, my boyfriend, Kevin called, "Hey Suzie."
My voice cracked, "Hey. What are you doing?"
Instead of answering my question, he asked me, "Are you crying
again? No, let me guess, you watched Henry die again, didn't
"Yeah," I said, "are you coming over?"
"Actually I can't. My road's blocked with road work."
"I'll come to you then."
"You don't have to."
"I'm coming and that's what I'm going to do," I said and
joyfully hung up.
I got ready and into my car. Kevin's house was a forty minute
drive but I didn't mind. If her could get to my house, then I
Pass stop light and a whole lot of other cars, I drove for
thirty minutes. I was listening to a song on the radio,
planning on what to do when I get to Kevin's.
On the road I saw no cars; none behind me, none up front. I
hate being alone. The out of nowhere, there was this car and it
was coming straight for me. At first, I was confused and I
drove on. It wasn't until the car collided with me that I knew
that I've just experienced a fatal car accidentwith no
Everything went, well, black
Who knows, I would be dead by now. But I woke up in a bed of
dead leaves, moist and dirty.
My head ached and I stood with my vision turning. I walked
forward anyways and made sure my hand was secured on something
I saw a house, a cottage maybe and I walked faster. I certainly
had no idea where I was only that I just crashed with another
car. But there was no pain when it happened, only a huge and
painful hangover after that.
The door was before me and I slammed my fist against it. "Help!
I've been in a car accident and I don't know where I am. Can
you please help me?!" I screamed, every word sending a
lightning bolt to me head.
A man opened the door and made a gesture that I should go
inside. My muscle was aching so I listened to my body.
Inside, there were a lot of paintings. Some expressed great
values of pain and death. This man is incredibly insane. He had
a very dark cloak; in fact, every part of him was dark except
for his skin.It was a tan-ish white shade. But I couldn't see
"Did you paint this?" I asked, at least trying to start a
The man just looked at me. I supposed he was
mute. He led me upstairs and into a
room. Then he spoke. I guess I was wrong, "Rest here for the
night. Tomorrow, I lead way back to city." He smiled wickedly
at me and left.
Give me one good reason why I wouldn't be crept out by now. But
I was a guest. Might as well be a good guest.
The room was poorly furnished and decorated. The lamps were
outdated so, so long ago and the bed was slanted and old. There
were lanterns on every corner.
I walked to the bedside and found an odd shaped knife.
Clumsily, I dropped it and it rolled under the bed. I knelt
down to pick it up. Instead of finding it, I found a piece of
paper. It was old but I was able to read it.
"Wanted: killed a total of 60 women, men, and children. If
captured -alive or dead- will be given a total of 1,000 gold
I spoke to myself, "That is old British money." I flipped the
paper and saw a picture of a man. Wearing a dark cloak and his
face was hidden.
Terrified, I had a hunch that this man looked terribly
familiar. It looked like the man who took me to this room. I
was living in the house of a serial killer!
I quickly searched for the knife and did was anybody would do;
I panicked. There were no windows.
My shoes tapped the wooden floor as I walked around, crying.
There was a hollow know as I walked. I didn't notice it until I
calmed down. The noise was coming from under a carpet. I wasn't
sure if it was good or bad thing that I found a trap door.
No matter, I stuffed the knife in my jacket, grabbed a lantern
and went down. My shoes crushed something squishy and I dared
not look down. I heard bones crack and scattering noised. I
continued walking forward at least hoping to get away from my
I went through twists and turns and finally came upon another
trap door. The wick of the fire made
the room dance. It was set up exactly as the room I was put in.
I was beginning to think that I came back to the same room.
Maybe the trap door was a trick. My stomach grew sick and I was
going to go crazy, until I saw a piece of paper on one side of
the wall. Written on it were three lines: Once on this
Of soil and clay . . .
I didn't need to read anymore. This note was given to me and
now I see it again. The realization hit me. The killer knew I
was going to Kevin's so he crashed into me, but how? What a
great saw this turned out for me.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck rose. I turned
quickly and there he was. He took hold of my neck. I couldn't
do anything, because he was freakishly strong. He punched my
stomach and I was stunned. My mind would not respond, but I was
still conscious. He threw me on the bed and slid his hand down
my leg. I could only think of the worse.
I tried desperately to get the knife from my jacket. My hand
moved and I was able to touch the handle. I pulled it out and
stabbed the rapist in the back. Unfortunately. I was still weak
and didn't go deep enough.
He grunted and got off of me, took out the knife and harshly
stabbed me in the gut. Pain rushed to my body and made
everything white. My nerves went numb and dead. He repeated
stabbing a few times and blood poured onto the ground. I wasn't
sure if it was good that I was still alive.
He moved quicker this time and I looked around for any weapon.
He had dropped the knife beside me. I quickly grabbed it while
he was working. I waited until I had enough strength and those
moments were terrible.
My last piece of strength returned to me. I got up, blood still
stained ob my stomach, and took a shot
into the darkness of the hood. Red liquid squirted out and he
fell on me. I felt my life slipping away but I had to see my
killer before I die.
I lifted the hood and noticed I had gotten him in the neck.
Every emotion of disgust, horror, and anger shock me as I saw
Kevin lying on me. . . .