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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Her friends have been killed and the murder is still in the house.

Submitted: November 21, 2016

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Submitted: November 21, 2016



It’s everywhere. On the walls. On my clothes. Smeared on my face. On the floor. Everywhere. Who could have done this? Why did they do it? What have they done that deserved this kind of cruelty? They did nothing wrong! Did I cause this? Did I? Why did they have to protect me? They could’ve just let me die! I didn’t want my last memory to be of them dying. Please don’t leave me!? I still need you! Why? Why? WHY!? Now their deaths and blood are on me. Maybe I should just die then I can be with them again.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” A maniacal laugh filled the house as I fell to my knees, clutching my hair. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” This time, it was a scream that held sadness, anger, loneliness, fear, and desperation. “WHY!? WHY!? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE!?” The screaming filled the house, bouncing off the walls, echoing. “Kill me. Kill me. Kill ME! KILL ME!” I turned around to see him with a bloody knife in his hand, their blood. “Why did you kill them? You wanted me! They had nothing to do with this!” But screaming at him won’t help. It won’t bring them back. I’ll still be alone.

He looked at me like a child would ice cream, hungrily. Walking towards me he threw the knife off to the side, only one foot away from me. Unclenching my hands from my hair I stood up and walked over to the knife but he thought I was going to him so he smiled showing his rotting teeth. When his hand reached out to grab me, I shifted back then continued my way towards the knife, grabbing it. Once the knife was in my hands I turned around to face him…, yeah that sounded better. I slowly and steadily walked toward it, but it must have seen what I was doing because it ran towards me, grabbed my arm and twisted behind my back. “You bitch, you think you can kill me, well, you’re wrong.” It was the first time it spoke and I wish it didn’t. Its voice was low but calm like it voided all emotion, the tone of it sent chills down my spine. “Do I need to teach you a lesson, my precious?” Now, this is what made me tremble. I tried to break free but its grip tightened. It swung me around so I was facing it, I could literally feel the stench of its breath, it's hand relaxed for a brief second and I took my chance. I kicked it in the shin which caused it to release its hand from my wrist to its shin, howling in pain. I raised my hand up then brought it down, puncturing the knife into its back, going clean through. When I pull it out, its blood sprays my face and it sank to the ground with a puddle surrounding it.

Dropping the knife I turned around and walked towards the bodies of my friends, “I wish I was the one who died. Not you. I miss you. Tell me! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW!?” Sinking to my knees, crying all the tears that were left, with my hands on hair and my knees to my chests, I waited. Waiting for someone who heard my screaming come help. Waiting for the nightmare to be over. Waiting for my tears to stop flowing. And waiting for the moment I die so I can be with them again.

The End


Hey, I hoped you liked the story. I have a question and you can answer it or not. Do you think I should write an prologue and epilogue to this or do you think this is enough?


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