Disturbia An MB Love & Horror story *Starring You!*

Chapter 1~ The Entitity

Roc's POV:

You could hear a pin drop. It was quiet. Too quiet. I could feel the cold air debree in still in all over me as shut the door behind me. I was expecting my usual greeting from my wife and a kiss on the cheek as she would remove my heavy fur coat from my cramped up wore out back. As i placed my coat on the coat rack and began to loosen from my bondage that i call my tie as i bent down loosening my shoe ties. I sniffed the air. Where was my hot dinner? It usually sat on the table in the kitchen and she'd walk out in her heels and an apron. Something just wasn't right and I was about to find out what.

I headed to our bedroom and as I opened the door, everything was still in the place as when I left for work this morning and she was still nowhere to be found. ''Hayden! Hayden I'm home! Baby where are you?! No response back. As I sat on the bed I saw a very faint light in the closet so I proceeded inside to see if I could catch a glimpse of her. Panties, bras, shirts, and pants were scattered all over the floor and then my worse fear came to me, has she been cheating on me? ''Hayden? What kind of sick game is this? I stopped in my tracks as my shoes stepped in a slimy, gushy substance and as my eyes were closed refusing to dart down. I took a deep breath and looked down. Blood. Blood everywhere. Where did it come from? AHHHHH! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!! WHERE? WHY?! HAYDEN! HAYDEN DON'T TELL ME YOUR DEAD! WHERE ARE YOU?! I screamed at the top of my lungs but still got no response in return. I stepped back in horror as to the scene that stood in front of me...HAYDEN! WHY IS YOUR CHEST WIDE OPEN?! MY HANDS! WHY ARE THEY COVERED IN BLOOD?! As I stepped back farther I didn't know what to do but to get on my knees and cry. Cry. For that's all that I could do. Hayden was sitting on the shoe shelf with what looks as to be her chest was stabbed open. My hands were covered in blood but I don't how they came to be that way, but of course my shoes were covered in blood but I never touched them with my hands yet. Could it be? NO! I wasn't even here when it happened. As I grabbed the phone to call 911 my head was spinning and I felt sick to my stomach seeing the women that I used to love, cherish, and admire naked and covered in blood.

''Hello 911 what's your emergency...

''H-Hello..Please..You got to h-h-help me.. *gag*

''Sir..please try to calm down and speak clearly. What's the emergency?

''I-It's my wi- *gag* wife... more and more hot tears ran down my face as I began to sweat. As I looked around the pictures we hung on our walls of our closes friends and families were beginning to look faded as if all there faces turned into evil and hatred.

''HELLO?! SIR? ARE YOU STILL THERE?!

''I-I can't..my wife..shes..shes *gag*

''SIR SHE'S WHAT?!

''DON'T YOU GET IT?! I began to shout like a mad man, MY WIFE IS DEAD! AND MY HANDS ARE COVERED IN BLOOD! I felt like I was going insane.

I looked around as the pictures began to talk to me, ''you killed her....you killed her..you...you...bum..bum...bedum...bum..bum..bedum...bumm.. you killed her...

''NO! NO! STOP! I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T KILL HER!! I began to shout.

''Sir, you need to calm down! What happened to your wife?! You killed her?! What?! Hello?!

As began to feel lightheaded I saw black figures surrounding me as if I were dinner and it was dinnertime. That song than began to playback again.

''NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! I DIDN'T KILL HER! LEAVE ME ALONE! PLEASE NO! I'M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE! I shouted as they began to see thousands of hands lunging at me in full force.

''Sir! Hello?! HE- and just like the line was cut and I began to slowly fade out...

''bum, bum, bedum..bum...bum..bedum..bum...