Chapter 3 - New looks
The dandelions surrounding our house grew bright red. The grass, beautiful green. The sky was a perfect tint of blue with a hint of rain. I had some chores but oh heck, it's the weekend! Let me go have fun. I stepped on to the paint chipped porch. It seemed like today out of all days, was going to be good. Ah, forget the weekend. This house looks terrible and I want to surprise Edna. Edna was at work.
I ran to the paint store and bought a beautiful off white color. I went back home, the bright sun shining down on my pale face. I couldn't get the lid off, so I jammed a flat headed screw driver in the side, and plied it off. I lightly placed the camel hair paint brush into the color and began painting light streaks on the wall area around the door. I dropped the brush, and quickly picked it up, I ran inside and rinsed the dirt off and went back out. The temperature outside was so nice and comforting when inside it drew me shivers. I dipped the brush in the paint and continued. After hours of work, I left the paint brush and can on the porch and stretched out on the sofa. I picked up the old black remote and pressed the channel tuning buttons, which were really faded. All of the stations came in static. I began to flip through the channels. All of them were out. "Stupid cable company." I muttered, turning off the television. I laid back reading Antiques Illustrated. My stomach began to growl so I sat up and wandered into the kitchen. Someone knocked loudly on the back door. I jumped and slowly approached the door. I opened it, and with a gasp, fell to the floor.
I saw Sandra's body lying there on the back porch. On the porch swing, in Sandra's blood it read: I am after you, and until you surrender yourself, I'll keep killing off your friends and relatives. I slammed the back door, my heart pounding. I ran to the phone to call 911. As I began to dial, I hung up. They might think I did it. Then I found out I had proof. So I picked up the phone and dialed. While it was ringing, it stopped. The line was disconnected. I panicked. "It's over." A whisper spoke, sending chills down my spine.
I turned to see Jake in the doorway. He had a blood covered knife in his hand and a smirk on his face. He approached me quietly. My eyes opened wide. I can't believe it was him. Behind him was a silhouette of another person. He wasn't alone? I called the police and a few cars pulled up front. Jake had gloves on his hands so there weren't finger prints. He heard the sirens and ran up and slit my arm. I fell to the floor screaming. Jake and his silhouette partner ran out the back door. I covered my arm, the blood running down between my fingers. I continued screaming as the piercing pain shot up my arm. I couldn't believe it. Jake. How is that possible?
The dandelions surrounding our house grew bright red. The grass, beautiful green. The sky was a perfect tint of blue with a hint of rain. I had some chores but oh heck, it's the weekend! Let me go have fun. I stepped on to the paint chipped porch. It seemed like today out of all days, was going to be good. Ah, forget the weekend. This house looks terrible and I want to surprise Edna. Edna was at work.
I ran to the paint store and bought a beautiful off white color. I went back home, the bright sun shining down on my pale face. I couldn't get the lid off, so I jammed a flat headed screw driver in the side, and plied it off. I lightly placed the camel hair paint brush into the color and began painting light streaks on the wall area around the door. I dropped the brush, and quickly picked it up, I ran inside and rinsed the dirt off and went back out. The temperature outside was so nice and comforting when inside it drew me shivers. I dipped the brush in the paint and continued. After hours of work, I left the paint brush and can on the porch and stretched out on the sofa. I picked up the old black remote and pressed the channel tuning buttons, which were really faded. All of the stations came in static. I began to flip through the channels. All of them were out. "Stupid cable company." I muttered, turning off the television. I laid back reading Antiques Illustrated. My stomach began to growl so I sat up and wandered into the kitchen. Someone knocked loudly on the back door. I jumped and slowly approached the door. I opened it, and with a gasp, fell to the floor.
I saw Sandra's body lying there on the back porch. On the porch swing, in Sandra's blood it read: I am after you, and until you surrender yourself, I'll keep killing off your friends and relatives. I slammed the back door, my heart pounding. I ran to the phone to call 911. As I began to dial, I hung up. They might think I did it. Then I found out I had proof. So I picked up the phone and dialed. While it was ringing, it stopped. The line was disconnected. I panicked. "It's over." A whisper spoke, sending chills down my spine.
I turned to see Jake in the doorway. He had a blood covered knife in his hand and a smirk on his face. He approached me quietly. My eyes opened wide. I can't believe it was him. Behind him was a silhouette of another person. He wasn't alone? I called the police and a few cars pulled up front. Jake had gloves on his hands so there weren't finger prints. He heard the sirens and ran up and slit my arm. I fell to the floor screaming. Jake and his silhouette partner ran out the back door. I covered my arm, the blood running down between my fingers. I continued screaming as the piercing pain shot up my arm. I couldn't believe it. Jake. How is that possible?