stepfather (part 1)

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Please leave a comment! after kaitlyn's mother died she is stuck living with her psycho stepfather. her life is already hell but a discovery in the basement makes it much worse

Submitted: July 21, 2017

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There was a time at one point in my life where I was extremely happy. But a lot has changed since then. The past couple of months have been like baking a pineapple upside down cake and now my life is about to be flipped upside down. Every night at the same time I am woken up by the ear-piercing, blood-curdling screams coming from underneath me. Coming from the hell that no-one dares to enter. The re-occurring screams have crawled their way into my nightmares and follow me everywhere I go. I’m Kaitlyn and this is my life.

 

I live in a mansion on the outskirts of Brooklyn and rumors, only rumors, say that my mansion is haunted. No-body knows whether these rumors are true but I’m starting to believe they are. One particular night about a year ago I remember waking up to a strangely haunting silence but one sound suddenly broke the silence. The uneven, ragged breathing of a man. Not just any man. My psychopathic stepfather. I remember cautiously opening my eyes only to see my step-father standing over my bed with a knife dripping small red droplets of blood onto my white bed sheets then suddenly he disappeared. 

After that night my stepfather has always had a strange, distant look in his eyes and it just seems to get farther away. Just like my mom did...Until she disappeared. After that night I never saw her again but sometimes the screams sound like her like she’s calling my name out. Asking for help.

I keep telling myself I’m going to go down into the cellar and see what evil my stepfather gets up to but every time I get to the door my fear overtakes me and I run away After I run I’m always stuck thinking about what would have happened if I got caught. If he’d kill me like he did with my sister…

I remember my mom and step-father telling me I had a baby sister. He was so happy and sane. I always think I’m just imagining things but I remember a time when he was kind and loving. I think. He brainwashed me into forgetting all of my happy memories of him. But not one. I hold on and cherish this memory because it’s the only thing giving me hope. Telling me it’s going to be alright. Even though I know it won’t.

I can’t take it anymore. What is in that cellar? I need to go down and see who he is torturing before he kills them. A monster. That’s what he is. If only he’d just stayed happy, then I’d be with mom, dad, and Isabelle. Little baby Isabelle. He cut off her ears and drowned her in the water she was being washed in. Turning red from her blood. That night he cut her up and cooked her for dinner. The only reason I stay is that there is some hope that I can find my mom and get revenge for little Isabelle. I’ll tie him up and torture him until he is begging for death.

That is it. As soon as I wake up I’m going down there but. First I’m preparing. I’ll need a lot of things but definitely not fear. Stupid fear. Always holding me back.

There was a time at one point in my life where I was extremely happy. But a lot has changed since then. The past couple of months have been like baking a pineapple upside down cake and now my life is about to be flipped upside down. Every night at the same time I am woken up by the ear-piercing, blood-curdling screams coming from underneath me. Coming from the hell that no-one dares to enter. The re-occurring screams have crawled their way into my nightmares and follow me everywhere I go. I’m Kaitlyn and this is my life.

 

I live in a mansion on the outskirts of Brooklyn and rumors, only rumors, say that my mansion is haunted. No-body knows whether these rumors are true but I’m starting to believe they are. One particular night about a year ago I remember waking up to a strangely haunting silence but one sound suddenly broke the silence. The uneven, ragged breathing of a man. Not just any man. My psychopathic stepfather. I remember cautiously opening my eyes only to see my step-father standing over my bed with a knife dripping small red droplets of blood onto my white bed sheets then suddenly he disappeared. 

After that night my stepfather has always had a strange, distant look in his eyes and it just seems to get farther away. Just like my mom did...Until she disappeared. After that night I never saw her again but sometimes the screams sound like her like she’s calling my name out. Asking for help.

I keep telling myself I’m going to go down into the cellar and see what evil my stepfather gets up to but every time I get to the door my fear overtakes me and I run away After I run I’m always stuck thinking about what would have happened if I got caught. If he’d kill me like he did with my sister…

I remember my mom and step-father telling me I had a baby sister. He was so happy and sane. I always think I’m just imagining things but I remember a time when he was kind and loving. I think. He brainwashed me into forgetting all of my happy memories of him. But not one. I hold on and cherish this memory because it’s the only thing giving me hope. Telling me it’s going to be alright. Even though I know it won’t.

I can’t take it anymore. What is in that cellar? I need to go down and see who he is torturing before he kills them. A monster. That’s what he is. If only he’d just stayed happy, then I’d be with mom, dad, and Isabelle. Little baby Isabelle. He cut off her ears and drowned her in the water she was being washed in. Turning red from her blood. That night he cut her up and cooked her for dinner. The only reason I stay is that there is some hope that I can find my mom and get revenge for little Isabelle. I’ll tie him up and torture him until he is begging for death.

That is it. As soon as I wake up I’m going down there but. First I’m preparing. I’ll need a lot of things but definitely not fear. Stupid fear. Always holding me back.

 


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