The Messengers
My Version
5 Years Earlier
Mary was frightened. Her life, her daughters life and even her sons life was in jeopardy. What was she to do, sacrifice her life for her son and daughter, the answer was instant, yes. But what if they didn't get out? It was all his fault, that scarecrow started this all and with their wealth came an awful, godforsaken curse. Now that she decided to get out of this diseased house he came to them, making sure that they wouldn't leave ever. He didn't care whether they lived or died.
"It's okay, Mommy's here" Mary was trying to sooth her crying son.
She was packing the last suitcase when the second story floor gave a deafening creak.
"Shush, Shush" Mary whispered "Get under the bed, GO, get under the bed"
As Mary was pushing her son gently under the bed the door knob rattled and following that was the voice she never wanted to here again.
"Oh, come on Mary" John shouted through to thin door "You can't leave me"
That was when the pitchfork came slicing through the door, tearing at the wood leaving a hole big enough so that he could unlock the door.
"You know you can't leave me" He said as he unlocked the door and walked slowly in.
Mary said nothing hoping that her son would run out when John passed the bed. John on the other hand was within arms reach of her.
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Michael saw his mother in the last seconds of her life, she was being thrown against the wall while his father delivered the death blow. That was when he decided to find his sister so they could escape and tell the police. But what if they couldn't get out? He would take the chance.
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Lindsey was running up the stairs when she heard the screaming, as she was about to approach the door that led to her mothers bedroom Michael ran out tears streaming down his whiter than bone face.
"Wher-Where's Mom?" She asked, starting to panic.
All Michael did was cry harder. Lindsey looked up to see a midnight colour shadow following them.
"Run" She whispered to her little brother.
Michael didn't move.
"Run" She screamed as she was dragged away to the basement leaving finger-nail marks on the wooden flooring.
That was when Michael did run, he ran as fast as he could from his stalker.
He ran into the kitchen, into his little hiding place that only his sister new about. They're all dead he thought tears streaming freely down his face.
He found his hiding place with ease. Once in there was only one crack of light.
He sobbed silently for his mother and sister, he knew he was going to die to.
The crack of light was getting bigger and bigger.
The door opened with a deafening creek.
"Hello, there" His stalker said.
Michael screamed ...