My hand was hurting like a bitch, and bleeding like a slut.
I couldn't believe he made me shake that hand, when he knew all too well about those claws of his. Also, the way he squeezed! He wanted to break my fingers into pieces!
More blood came gushing out of my hand, as I trudged up the stairs to the bathroom.
I just hoped that Max and Alysson wouldn't see this.
I wondered deeply, where Mrs. Frankie was in the house, and what Creeper had done with her. There wasn't one doubt in my mind that he probably ate her, well enjoying the taste.
She was a seriously plump lady, so she had to taste delicious.
I shuddered hard, even more angry than a few seconds ago.
Why do you always have to make things worse? God, you think way too much!
I scolded myself, annoyed by my imagination running off with me.
I walked towards the bathroom, as a sudden smell, wafted into my nose.
Holy fuck, did it smell bad.
I stopped, staring at the bathroom door in bewilderment. The smell was coming from the bathroom. A flashback hit me upside the head, taking over my vision.
'It was of Chucky smiling up at me, wickedly. "Good thing, too. The living room was starting to smell like shit."' The flashback ended as I was reminded of the little joke, the supposed dead guy in the floor.
I suddenly froze, realizing why my mind had sent me that vision.
Someone was dead in the house.
Dead in the bathroom.
A heavy breath came from my lips, as I stared at the door.
Mrs. Frankie.
I stepped up to the door, reaching for the knob, as my hand stopped in midair.
And what the fuck do you think, YOU'RE doing?
You're seriously not going to open that door, are you?
Gosh, you're more stupid than you look.
I was agruing with the inner child again, trying to decide if I should open it. My arm was starting to stain red, as a drop of blood hit the floorboard.
My hand grabbed the knob, I needed to stop the bleeding and I needed to stop it now. I closed my eyes tightly, as I opened the door and went inside. When I opened my eyes, my world had dropped down ontop of me.
Oh.
My.
God.