"Heather", a voice called out. "What" Heather answered as she realized it was her mom. "It's past your bedtime and it's a school night her mother said." Heather sighed as she got into bed. "Mom I'm 16 why do I have a bedtime." Heather asked. Because I said so and you don't like to wake up in the morning." her mother said. "I wouldn't be so tired in the morning if I didn't have nightmares and stay up all night trying not to fall back asleep." Heather stated with an attitude. "Heather we talked about this It's just a Nightmare." her mother said as she tried to reassure her. "But mom it feels so real, theirs this guy in an ugly Christmas sweater with burnt skin and a gloved hand with claws." Heather said "It's just a nightmare her mother repeated." "Whatever" Heather said as she put her head on the pillow and turned her back to her mom. Her mother sighed as she got up and said goodnight as she turned off the light and closed the door. Heather stared at the ceiling fighting not to go to sleep, but she felt her eyelids closing and she fell asleep. But just as she fell asleep she, she was awaken by aloud scream that she could not ignore. "Hello" Heather said as she made her way downstairs. She walked cautiously as she went downstairs to check. She rounded the corner to the kitchen and saw the back door open. She frowned as she went to close it. She turned around and screamed a little when she saw her mom with her back to her in a chair. "Oh mom you scared me what are you doing down here at this time of night." Heather asked, as she started walking to her mother. "Mom?" Heather walked slowly around the table and gasped at what she saw. Her mother sat there in the chair with a stab wound in her chest, she also had a dish towel in her mouth. Heather started to cry. She started to back up when she bumped into something but when she turned around it was someone. He had a hockey mask on with tattered clothes and a machete. Heather screamed and started to run. She ran to the front door and tried to open it but it wouldn't open. Then Heather realized, the door handle was broken off. She turned around and saw, the creepy man walking slowly with his machete raised ready to strike, but she moved out the way when he brought it down .she grabbed her mom's vase and hit him with it. She ran up the stairs into her room and locked it. She started to look for hiding place when, She heard banging on her door. Without second thought she dove under her bed. .She made sure she was in the middle and pulled down her blanket, so the killer couldn't see her. She heard footsteps in the hallway so she covered her mouth so she wouldn't cry to loud. The killer kicked down her door, and she had to hold her hand tighter over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. The killer walked slowly in her room and started looking for her, He looked her in her closet first. Heather watched as he was searching for her in her room. Heather almost gasped loudly when he stopped in front of her bed. She scooted back quietly. He stood there what felt like ages but finally, he walked away. She breathed out a sigh of relief and turned on her back but when she did her mattress was suddenly tossed to the side and the killer was standing there. She screamed as he raised his machete and stabbed her.
I redid this chapter because i read it and it sounded stupid . Hope you like it.
