I woke up in a haze, my face hurting like Hell. Once the fog in my head had cleared, I soon realized that I was bound to a dining room chair, set at a table with people. Lots of people...

my own, dead family.

They were in various forms and stages of mutilation. Some with their ears cut off, others scalped or missing noses. But they all wore that jagged, bloody grin sliced into their cheeks. It was a like a gruesome tea party; a macabre dinner for the dead.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, the psycho who set this all up (assuming he's the same man who knocked me out earlier) slid from the shadows of the corner of the dark room and set down a giant plate in the middle of the dining table. I watched him, awestruck because of his awful face. It was the purest white I've ever seen on a human being, and his wild, blue eyes were ringed in perfect black circles. The worst part was that he seemed to have no nose and a smile was sliced on his cheeks, similar to my now-slaughtered family.

I clenched my fists and struggled against the ropes that held me. There was no way I was going to end up like my other family members. I would survive.

The man straightened up and grinned crazily at me. He looked to be in his-mid teens, but he could have been 25 or 30, for Christ sakes!

I struggled and grunted as he grinned crazily at me, stretching the cuts on his cheeks. "Fighting isn't gonna do anything to help." he spoke, in his gravelly sort of way.

"Who the Hell are you?" I wasted no time by entertaining him with "small talk". That was pointless in this situation. When I get free from these ropes, I'm going to bash his face in for what he did to my family. He was going to pay.

He swiftly made his way around the table and stood behind my chair, placing both (bandaged and scarred) hands on either side of the chair. I leaned forward, daring him to try anything cute with a backwards glare. I knew how to fight back, even in constraints.

He also leaned forward and rasped in my ear the words that chilled my bones to the marrow. "I'm the last face you'll see before you die."

I sat frozen in terror as he moved noiselessly away from my chair and sat himself opposite from me on the other end of the table in between my dead mom and my dead aunt.

He folded his hands and gestured toward the large china plate he set in the middle.

"Y'know what that's for?" He chucked spine-chillingly. When I didn't respond, he nodded at the empty plate and said, quite frankly "It's for your head."

I leaned back and tried to clear my mind. It was obvious being scared out if my mind wasn't going to help me escape with my head intact, because clearly, this man was insane enough to try to chop it off and put it in the middle like the main course of the meal.

"Well," I said neutrally "why am I the only one who was spared tonight, then, mister... erm...?" He didn't bother to finish my sentence. Instead, he stared at me with his glowing eyes, unblinking. "You're a really pretty girl, Jane. It would be a shame to leave you to waste like all these other people." He patted my mom's back and her corpse slumped forward onto the table.

How the Hell did he know my name? I never met him before, otherwise I'd definitely remember.

He got up and grinned at me once more before dragging his chair over behind me and I was whirled around to meet him face-to-face after he tilted my chair. He sat down, and brought his face dangerously close to mine. "But I'm here to make you more beautiful. So I hope you don't mind by sitting still and letting me... work my magic."

A plan hatched into my brain as he slid a bloody meat cleaver from his hoodie pockets. I pretended to be completely cowed as he traced a smile onto my cheeks with the tip of the blade, hoping my genius plan would work.

"How should I start?" the psycho grinned menacingly. "Should I scoop out your eyes so I can have them forever, or should I have you smile while I do it?" He tilted his head with a curious look on his white face when he heard my answer. I think it would've been pretty cute if he hadn't been so horribly disfigured.

"I want a smile first. Just like yours." I hope he was gullible enough to do it.

He looked a little confused. My guess was that he wasn't used to such positive cooperation from his victims. But the asshole shrugged and went on with it, anyways.

As soon as he raised the sharp side of the blade to my face, I suddenly chomped on it like my life depended on it. It was covered in blood... uuuuhhggg.

My feet weren't tied down, so I threw my weight back, letting the table behind me catch me and I kicked the killer's crotch as hard as I could. I was wearing high heels, so that has got to hurt!

He screamed angrily as he toppled backwards from the force of my kick, letting go of the knife. I managed to free a hand from my bonds and grabbed the knife from my mouth, furiously working to free my other hand.

The man stood up shakily as I freed myself and I delivered a swift kick to his head. Oh yeah! Who's got the upper hand now, loser? I silently congratulated myself. But I had to make sure he'd stay down without killing him. I hated the law, but how could I have explained a family of dead people and a dead psycho while holding a bloody knife? I'd be locked in jail for several years.

I decided to wound him so much so he couldn't move. I stabbed him multiple times on his side whilst he was on the ground, and ran off to get a phone to call the police. I hoped this man would get a life's sentence for killing my whole family. Of course, I'd have to explain why he was so badly wounded in the first place, but I think evidence would clearly show that this was self-defense.

I found my purse near the kitchen sink, emptied of its contents, including my iPhone.

The bastard...

I ran around frantically, looking for the wireless home phone, or something!

When I finally returned to the dining room, I found a pool of blood near a toppled chair and the killer was no where to be found.

Oh.

My.

God.

No. Nonononono! Shit, where was he?! I knew I should have stabbed him to death! Screw the damn law.

My senses were heightened and adrenaline was rushing through my body. I had to find the psycho and exterminate him before he got to me at all costs. There was no way I would die by his hand!

With the knife clutched tightly in my hand, I made my way back into the living room and turned on the lights. The front door was tantalizing, beckoning me to leave, jump into my car, and race to the nearest police station. But without my car keys, where would I go? Yes, I had to go to a neighbor's house. I had to find someone who would help me. Hell, it was actually still pretty early, the wall clock told me. Only ten minutes to ten. Why not? I wasn't going to stick around and get skewered like barbecue by a white-faced freak!

I ran to the door, yanked it open

And screamed.