Afterlife // Violate fan fiction \\

Chapter 8

CARRIES POV

The new house was really weird. I felt like something was always watching me. One time when I was in the basement I heard footsteps and then I ran to the stairs and heard laughing. Like crazy people laughing. This house gets weirder and weirder.
"Hey honey!" My mom said. She was seven months preggo. She was on bed rest because she went into labor three times already.
"Yeah mom." I said sighing.
"Can you get me some snacks?" She said smiling.
I went to the kitchen to get a tray and got a bowl and a plate. I cut up some strawberries and melon and put it in the bowl. On the plate I put cheese and crackers. I got the tray and took it to my moms room.
"Thanks dear!" She said taking a look at the tray.
"No problem mom." I said going back to the kitchen to clean up.

When I got back the big ass chef knife wasn't on the counter.
"What the hell!" I said. As I turned I seen the knife hurdling towards me. I quickly grabbed the cutting board and put it to my face. I felt the knife jolt through the board. It wasn't even two inches away from my nose.
"MOM! DAD!" I dropped the board and ran to my parents room. I ran into a boy about my age. He had blood and cuts all over him.
"Leave. Or die." He said. Then he vanished. I stood a moment in wonder then began running into my parents room.
"Honey! What's the matter with you?" My dad said as he quietly shut the door to their bedroom.
"Your mom is trying to relax."
"The knife! It almost hit my face!" I showed him the knife sticking through the board.
"Holy shit!" He said as he hugged me. I wrapped myself in his arms. I almost died. I HAD TO TWEET THIS.

VIOLETS POV

"Dammit!" I yelled. "She covered her fucking face." I was pacing around my bedroom.
"Well I mean. She's thirteen she has to have some common sense." Tate laughed.
"Alright. You get the guy. The sixteen year old. I think his name is like Michael or something." I said jumping onto Tate's knees.
"Gladly." He smirked. As he got up I stopped him.
"But we should creep out one of the twins with "hector skeltor" okay?" I said.
"Yes ma'am." He said marching out of the room. It was now that kid Michael's room.
I hope Tate would really pull through on this one.

TATES POV

Michael was skateboarding through the garden.
"Hey dude. You know boarding over flowers and plants ruins them." I said
"Eh I don't care. My mom is allergic anyway." He said continuing to skate.
"My names Tate. Yours?" I replied with a smile.
"Michael but you can call me Mike." He said stopping to shake my hand.
I shook his hand.
"Holy shit! Your hands are freezing! It's may! It's really hot out here!" He said jumping back.
"Well I am dead." I said walking looking at all the dead lifeless flowers.
"What?" He said looking at me. "Look dude. I don't believe in that wicka bull shit. I'm a full Christian."
"So am I. I died because I killed 17 people and lit my moms boyfriend on fire so the SWAT team shot me 17 times." I laughed. "Now. I hope you're ready to die."

// seven whole pages! 😱 my coven fan fiction is going to be released tomorrow! 😋 I'm sort of excited! Well I gotta go finish the rest of the first chapter. Luv ya! Vote. Comment. And follow!✌️🌸\\