It took me some minutes to realize my friends were dead. Murdered. But I only saw 2 bodies. My mind went blank and I ran through the house, searching for the other 2 bodies. I came into a room, clearly a bedroom. I saw another body, another friend. It was naked and was laying on the bed. The bed was drowning in the blood my friend lost. He had several wounds, and one was very special. His mouth was cutted from ear to ear and he was scary. I know he was dead. I ran downstairs and didn't find the last one. When I saw a door, leading to the basement, I just knew I had to go there. I really didn't want to, but I had to know where my last friend was. Maybe he was still alive. So I went to the door and opened it. A strange smell came out of the dark place and I gathered my courage to go downstairs. What I didn't know and saw too late, was that the girl was there was flying (like a said, I knew she wasn't normal) and I don't know what she was doing with my friend's body, but it didn't look that good. My concentration was disturbed when she laughed. She láughed. I looked at her but I was so angry inside and screamed:
"Why did you do this?!"
"They disturbed my beaty sleep."
She was calm and looked at her nails, who looked a bit weird and red of the blood. She laughed evily. I was confused and asked:
"Did you sleep hére?"
She finally lost control and shouted:
"I have always slept here!"
Then she disappeared again. I fell on the ground and cried. I know, it's not manly, but the tears just came.
That's what happend. And now I'm sitting here, in my room, on my bed. Shocked from everything.