It all started when he moved here. He never told me where he came from. He also never told me how he made his house either. It was down the street on the other side of the road and it appeared in an empty lot.
His house was a light shade of purple and his roof was a maroon color. He had a picket fence that was a darker color purple. His front door was a dark blue and had a sign that said "NoCk on mY doOr! I daiR U!" (yes some of the words on the sign were spelled wrong. I know that.) The house was about two stories high and he lived pretty close to me. I could look out my window and watch him work on whatever the machine things in his backyard.
His name was Nny. He had jet black hair that spiked every which way. His eyes were a purple-ish blue with a blast of dark blue around his pupils and specks of light purple. His skin was white as though the sun has never touched it. He always wore dark colors. Mostly black and dark shades of purple and blue.
A week after he moved in, I went over to welcome him to the neighborhood. I knocked on his door ignoring the warning and the door was flung open. He was standing there looking as though he would rip off someone's head if they asked him to.
"Hi," I said nervously.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked in a demanding way. I immediately grew angry. I didn't like to be talked to so harshly when trying to say 'hi' to them.
"The name's Squee and I just wanted to come over to say hi and to welcome them you to the neighborhood! But you seem to be too angry at life to say it back to someone who is just trying to be nice for once in their life!" I yelled as I started to turn around to leave.
"Wait! I'm sorry. I'm just in a bad mood. I woke up too early this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. Please, come in and make yourself at home," he said as he stepped back to let me in.
"By the way, what's your name?" I asked as I followed him to the kitchen.
"Oh, sorry. My names Nny. You know, as in 'knee' cap, but its spelled n-n-y," he said as he went to the fridge. I sat down at the table. I looked around the room and saw that all the walls were dark blue except for one. It was blood-red and not fully painted. I stood up and walked over to the wall. I ran the tips of my fingers across it and brought them to my nose to smell the 'paint'. My eyes widened for a moment, then softened as a smirk played at my lips. The wall was covered in blood from many people. How I knew that, I had no idea. I licked the blood off my fingers and turned around. I jumped nearly two feet off the floor. Nny was standing right in front of me with two cracker sandwiches on a small plate in each hand.
"Do you want some?" he asked with one eye wide open and the other squinted (it reminded me of my little sister's favorite show Invader Zim). I nodded and he handed me one of the plates. We went into the living room and sat on his couch. We talked about our lives. I learned that Nny was a homicidal maniac. I told him that I enjoyed watching people being slaughtered. He snickered at that and I just sat there in utter confusion. The snicker turned into a giggle, then into laughter, then it went into the insane maniac laughter I've heard in so many horror movies. I giggled at him and I had a cute, innocent smile plastered on my face.
After we said our goodbyes, I skipped home. I walked through the door to my house and saw my little sister, Shmee, sitting on the couch watching her favorite show, Invader Zim. I stood there and just stared at her. She looked as though she had been jumped in a dark ally. Her favorite purple skull dress and her purple and gray tights were ripped. She had cuts on her face, arms, and legs and her lips were cut. Her face was pale and her lips were purple were they weren't red with blood. Her black and red highlighted hair was strewn. If I hadn't seen the slow, shallow rise and fall of her chest, I would have thought she was dead.
She looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. She lifted her hand weakly and made a grabbing motion. I ran over to her and checked her wounds. Some were deeper than others, but nothing I couldn't fix. I ran upstairs to the bathroom and got the first-aid kit out of the closet.
"What happened to you?" I asked as I finished up on bandaging her. She didn't answer for a moment.
"He's back," she whispered with a terrified look on her face. She wouldn't look at me.
"Who's back?" I asked with a look of concern.
"Johnny, he's back!" Shmee whimpered as she went into a panic attach. I calmed her down to her hyperventilating. I picked her up and carried her to her room, bridal-style. When I had lain her down she stopped hyperventilating and asked a very strange, very off-topic question.
"Squee, are you gay?" she asked before she drifted off to sleep. Apparently she was very tired because she started to snore softly after a few minutes. I didn't know what to think. I didn't even know where the question came from. I would ask her when she woke up.
Suddenly, I heard a crash come from the kitchen. I ran downstairs to check it out, but found it was only Andii running around, screaming about someone stalking her, I walked over to her and caught her by the shoulder.
"Andii, calm down. There's no one following you. You need to shut up so Shmee can get some rest. She was attacked by a guy named 'Johnny'," I said to my closest friend.
"Oh, im sorry. But did you know that someone is always following you?" she said with a freaked out face as she walked over to the fridge and got a 'Poopsi soda'.
"Well, if you need anything just come get me. I'll be in my room," I said as I went to my room and flopped down on my bed. I thought about what Shmee said before she had her panic attack. Then my thoughts wandered to Nny and how Nny and Johnny couldn't be linked in some way. Something just kept telling me they were, but I ignored it. I rolled over on my side and realized how tired I was. I let my body relax and slowly drifted to sleep.