He wasn’t a bit concerned, he knew what was about to happen but wasn’t worried. “Who’s next?” she asked. “Hard to tell, nobody answered my question.” Then the lights went dark again. Some of the kids were screaming while their parents were trying to comfort them. This time he heard the faint shot of the gun but nobody else had heard it.
I spent days trying to cure them and I was sure my family was worried. When I walked outside to get some fresh air I saw my family tied to a post. I immediately asked what happened and the monsters said they were stalking them. I was now completely outraged. How dare they do this to my family?
I have always been the adventurous type, I always sneak out of my window that's above my parents room and walk through the forest and lay in the field behind my house. The sky was mesmerizing after dark with the stars and the clouds. Laying on the ground, looking up into the sky, and trying to figure out what object the stars formed is relaxing to me. Almost every day my parents are yelling at my older sister, so I can get away with anything. I could walk out the front door at eleven o’clock at night and they wouldn’t notice me.
They didn’t show any mercy nor a slight of remorse and I couldn’t do anything to save myself because they threatened me and I knew that they could kill me. They stopped when their friends came and I was left lying on the floor. I was too weak to stand up and my vision was getting blurry. Another night of sleeping here maybe next time I should transfer my bed here, I thought then went off to sleep. The next day, I woke up and the whole house gave off a strong stench of cigarette smoke, alcohol and other drugs that I do not know.
I’m looking at the gooey stuff and it looks so nasty but I feel bad if I don’t eat it so I just say I had so much candy. His wife is talking about every Halloween someone ends up coming to their house and never making it out something always happening and me and my friend look at each other freaked out and I want to get out of here really quick. I get up and we all do and as I’m rushing to go the old couple try 's to stop us and I don’t want them to know that I want to leave so I walk and ask if they can show me the bathroom and as she walks over I start running and I point to my friends to the door and we all run out and we keep going and we are all out of breath and when we stop we all think what a crazy night and now we now why no one should go there it is haunted and
Up until this point, my eyes were sealed shut, but at that moment, they flew open before I could stop them. This caused quite a commotion. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw two floating orbs of light collide and crash to the ground with a flash. I sat up ramrod straight and I saw something I was not expecting. Sprawled out on the floor in front of my bed were two tough looking men, dressed in a way I had never seen.
No evil would dare step a murderous foot in my room. I felt safe in my own bed as I should’ve been. The nightlight stayed for many years until one day I realized that maybe I didn’t need it. I felt like a coward because I needed a light to go to sleep and to protect me against imaginary and improbable threats. After a couple of days of contemplating taking the nightlight out or not, I eventually manned up and did it.
I knew his parents weren 't going to be home he told me all the time about how they worked nights to take care of his little brothers during the day, i also knew that his brothers were at their grand mothers house like every friday so he was home alone. I rang his doorbell and he answered and let me inside to talk. But i 'm not dumb i knew he wanted to talk about forgiving him make up a bullshit excuse as to why he did it and repeat the same thing he had done again. Sure enough i was right and i turned him down and went to my car, pulled out the gun in my dad 's glove box walked in, went up behind him and shot him in the shoulder so he wouldn 't run. I next shot him in the heart because i was saving the next girls he would play and to avenge my broken one.
Why would he lie about coming to see me?” “You haven’t asked if it was an accident,” she said. “Why haven’t you asked that? Why haven’t you asked how he died?” “I didn’t even know he had left home,” I said. “I didn’t know any of this was going on.” “You’re not crying,” she said. “Neither are you.” “Your mother is heartbroken,” she said to me.