You're running Faster and faster as you hear the pounding of footsteps behind you.Hes coming you tell yourself. Coming to get you ehven thougyh you think you don't know him. The moon, barely visible as you run under the trees that seem to stretch for miles. The random croak of a frog helps you feel like you're not alone. Running on the slippery pebbles by the swamp, they move and crack as you step on them. Not seeing the twig infront of you, you trip. Your new jeans, ripped, your knee, bleeding, you stumble over to a nearby tree but colapse halfway there. You're worried now. Hes coming for you. The stomps become louder untill you see the figure, your father.He runs past you as if you were a log.As you look down the path, you see a knife, glaeming in the light of the moon. Wheres he going and why in such a hurry, you ask yourself.You decide to follow.Hiding in the shadows of the trees making sure not to be caught under the light of the moon.He comes to a hault, near a very framiler house, your aunts. You know this way to well after the passing of your mom and the disapperaence of your dad, you've lived here...but why is he here now?Why did he decide to come and maybe hurt your loved ones?He crosses the street causing a car to skid into a ditch and come out and yell, but he doesn't seem to care he almost killed someone.You stay hidden withen the shadows of the trees untill it becomes to much so you follow him inside your house, well, close enough to the window to see whats going on.He bursts through the door, A sound so loud it could have woken the neighbourhood, but inside, notihng is disturbed.He takes the knife to your sleeping cousins neck on the couch.In his slep, what a lovely way to go.Making sure not to step on the squeky floorboard, though, how would he know what one it was, he takes the knife to the back of your favourite aunt. A part of you knows you have to get out of there, you're next.The other part is telling you to go in and stop him.You don't know him that well but there has to be good in him somewhere. You slide in the door without moving it as he stands over your aunt in the kitchen, making sure shes dead. You try to walk up the stairs to your room, regretting you choice of coming in, when you step and the loose floorbaord. Fuck you curse loudly.He turns and speed walks towards you as you fumble for the knob on the door. You trip on the multi colopured mat in the hallway as he pushes you over anyway and says his speach:
You've come so far in your life but the pain of you moms death seems to hard for you.Let me end that for you.
You turn your head and you can taste the fabric of the mat.You always hated it but now its a crome scene.You close your eyes and takes your final breath as you feel the knife slitting your throught.
He then, runs down the block and catches a cab to his home in Seatle.The next day, He uses his knife with his new family.The knife he used to kill his nephew, the knife he used to kill his sister in law.The knife he used to kill his daughter, To cut His Thanksgiving Dinner. |
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