I tiptoed down the hallway, blood dripping down my leg. Last time I saw the killer he was in my kitchen, sharping knifes. He noticed me a cut my leg. I ran like hell. I was dizzy, couldn't see straight. I heard footsteps walking faster, and faster behind me. I ran into the nearest room, which was my bedroom. The power was out, and the phone line was dead, so I couldn't call anyone for help. I was grabbed from behind, someone covered my mouth. I tried to scream but couldnt. The person holding me turned me around, I saw who was holding me... It was my little sister Hailey. I calmed down. She stared at me with these evil eyes. She had a knife in her hand! I freaked out and ran, since my leg was still hurt I was limping. She followed me. She walked slowly, not even trying to keep up. I ran into the bathroom. I locked the door shut. I was trying to catch my breath. i felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I screamed. How the fuck did she get in here? I thought. Hailey was in the bathroom. She came through the window. I was laying on the floor in more pain than I have ever have been. She left me to die. The police barged thought the door, they were to late I was dead. Nothing left but a corpse. Hailey got away with it. But she was going down.