The serial killer strikes again, and this time, it was in my neighborhood.
I was standing at the doorway of a small house, the door was kicked down from the hinges, and inside the house, the furniture was toppled over, shredded or shattered. Blood was smeared all over the walls and floors, and even a little bit of the blood managed to get the ceiling somehow. One thing that really caught my attention was the message written on the floor with blood.
"Go to sleep."
That message was always written down somewhere, always, once a victim or more of this killer dies.
The paramedics were dragging the dead bodies away onto the stretchers, a majority of the neighborhood was either surrounding the house or standing in front of it to see what was going on, taking pictures with their iPhones or posting ridiculous statuses on Facebook. My curiosity grew about this ominous killer. I looked around and noticed a nearby police officer. I went up to him, tugging on his blue sleeve multiple times to get his attention. Once he finally noticed me, he looked down at me, staring at me straight in the eyes and raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Who is this killer?" I asked, showing no emotion in my face.
The police officer grunted and pried my hang off of his arm, rubbing it afterwards. "We have no idea what his name is; though we know what he looks like."
"What'd he look like?"
"He seemed a bit older than your age, so I'll assume that you're sixteen..." He began. "He had black pants, a white hoodie that seemed to be heavily stained with blood, black hiking boots or something like that, or maybe it was gray... But the most creepy part about the guy was that his face, no, his entire self was basically pure white; whiter than snow, even... His hair singed to black, and no eyelids; just black circles ringed around both of his eyes. The most horrifying part about the guy was that bloody smile carved into his face."
I simply nodded slowly and thanked the police officer for all the information he told me. Suddenly he raised his right hand, gesturing me to shake it. I just stood there awkwardly, but he ended up forcing me into giving him a handshake.
"Always call," he said. "always, whenever you see something going on."
Remaining silent, I nodded slowly once more and walked back to my home. The night was almost here...
~*~*~
I locked all the doors and windows as soon as I entered my home. The bad thing about being home alone this time was that there was a serial killer on the loose. My family had left once again to go out of the country this time, for about two weeks from what I recall. I never liked doing anything with them anyway! They're highly aggravating, always abusing me as a way to take out their anger and well as mocking me.
I yawned loudly and went brushed my teeth, changing my clothes after; a solid black, sleeveless shirt that went down to the waist, no, a little further. Solid blue shorts were underneath. I yawned once more and after locking all the doors and windows, including mine, of course, I plopped onto my mattress and covered myself with a purple blanket with many flower-like patterns embroidered on it. Glancing over at the digital clock hanging on my wall, it read "10:56 P.M". Too tired to do anything else, I drifted off to sleep...
~*~*~
My eyes shot open. I glanced over at the clock once again.
"2:32 A.M".
I sighed deeply, causing myself to yawn afterwards. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
Until suddenly, I heard what seemed to be footsteps coming up the stairs. My eyes widened and I tried my best not to panic or breathe heavily. I swear to God, it could be the killer! Just my luck, I jinxed everything!
I decided to trick the intruder, but the only thing is, what if he doesn't find me? Or end up falling back asleep? My door was blending in with the wall quite nicely, as well as the lock, so sometimes it was hard to find out where my bedroom door was. How'd the person get in? Smash my window, kick down my door? Enough of the ridiculousness, I pulled out a metallic baseball bat from under the mattress and covered myself once again with the blanket, making the bat act like a pillow to cuddle.
It was silent for about five minutes, I would guess, until I heard a something being jammed; my door got unlocked. I ended up giving a really soft gasp. The door creaked open slowly and the footsteps grew closer. I tensed slightly when the intruder finally spoke up.
"Go to sleep."