The Unmentionable

I am the unmentionable. Know one ever says my name or even remembers who I was. Sounds kinda weird but I'm dead, you see. My name is Kaleigha Valentine. My friends call me Kat. My story is different than most murder story's. do you want to hear it? I'm sure you do. It all started at home, on the telephone.

"Hey sweety pie" said my boyfriend Eric. He was as sweet as could be. He had blond hair and big hazel eyes. He was tall and I though he was different than most boys. He had very much respect for me and never told me no or put me down, basically the perfect guy. I replied back, "Hey babe. Listen, I can't talk right now. I'm working on my science project tonight ok? Love you sweetie." "Love you to babe. Bye." The line went dead and I hung up the phone.

I felt bad that this was happening. Wait! I forgot to tell you. My boyfriend didnt know but I knew I was being watched, by someone. I had that feeling in my gut. That feeling you get when you know someone is behind you. I had a feeling that he was studying my every move, waiting for me to be alone. I was home with my parents and had not left there side all weekend. I was scared. Terrified even. I was never the girl to get scared. I could watch hundreds of horror movies and never get scared. I could sit in a "haunted house" for a whole night and not get scared. But now I was scared. Even with my parents right by my side.

My parents decided to go to bed, so I sat downstairs on the couch and started to watch my favorite show, the X factor. I saw a shadow of a man through the window. I think the man saw me because when he saw me move his shadow quickly moved. I turned all the lights on in the downstairs and even the extra porch lights. I was scared out of my mind. I decided I was going to keep all the lights and the television on and just go to bed even though it was only 8:30 at night.

When I got to my room, I turned on the light and saw the man trying to get in through the window! He saw me and instead of jumping down and making a run for it he smashed the window, came in and grabbed me so quick I had no time to go all out kungfu on him. He stuffed a cloth in my mouth and sprayed gas in my face. The last thing I remember seeing at my house was the man holding a knife to my throat yelling at my parents "if you come any closer she is going to die instantly with a slice to the throat!!!" My parents backed away my mom and dad looked me in the eye and mouthed, "I love you with all of my heart." They ran down stairs and called the police. Then the man tied me with a rope and threw me out the window like a sack of potatoes. I wish I was still talking to Eric.

I woke up wearing old, junky, dirty, disgusting clothes. My shirt was white with brown and yellow stains on it. My pants were old ripped up shredded shorts with black oil stains on them. My hair was matted and greasy. My slippers were soaking wet and brown. I looked around and noticed that I was in an old creaky, crumbling, old house. It had the smell of rotting wood and old feces. I tried to get up, but legs were chained to the floor.

I tried to loosen them, but when I tried to pull them off they just got tighter. I had a hair tie on my wrist and tried to put my hair up. When I pulled my hair back I felt a knick on the side of my neck.

I heard footsteps behind me and before I could turn around the man chopped off my hair.... all of it. I turned around and looked at him like a little kid being bullied. He tied my hands together and pulled the chains off of my legs. He walked me to a room that smelled like dead rats. I saw that there were cleavers hung on the walls and said to my self, "oh shit. This is NOT going to be good!"

He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me into the counter and knocked the wind out of me. I started to choke and he just kicked my shins and punched me in the stomach. He yelled, "COOK!! Cook for me. Cook me these old steaks and rotted potatoes. Do it in five minutes or face the consequences." I sat there as he set a timer. He said go so I tried to grab a cleaver but the rope to my hands ran down to my feet so I could only bring it out a foot from my body. I groaned and just ripped the bloody steak with my bear hands. When I grabbed the potatoes they just squished in my hands so I threw them on the stove as well as the steak.

The timer rang as soon as I took the food off the stove. The man was angered with me. He told me, "now that you have cooked for me, I have decided that you must eat this! You will eat it all. If you don't eat it all in five minutes you will have he worst hour of you life!"

I sat down in the chair and it collapsed. It was a wicker chair. I got up with scratches on my arm and started to stuff my face with the food. The steak was like eating raw snail. It was slimy and chewy. The potatoes, well I have no words to describe how they tasted. I threw them up in my mouth but still slowly ate them. When the timer rang I was not finished. As soon as he looked at me with a smug grin I threw up on his feet. The next thing I knew, I was being beaten with a frying pan.

I woke up in a luxury hotel room with a jet tub and bright blue comforter sheets. I looked down at myself and noticed I was only wearing my hot pink, rhinestone bra and matching undie's. I scanned the room and saw the man staring at me in awe. He was very muscular with a six pack. He also had only his underwear on, no shirt or pants.

Then the man got up, took off his underwear and layed on top of me. He had that smug look on his face and started to laugh. He pulled my underwear off with his feet. I tried to kick him off and tried to hit him but he just stood up, grabbed the rope, tied my hands and feet together, then tied me to the bed. When he finished tying me down he slapped me so hard, I felt like my face was on fire. He got back on top of me and started to "push" on top off me. He started making noises, and the worst part, I was on my period!

The man was laying on me while I tried to kick him, slap him, punch him, basically anything I could do to get him off. If you haven't noticed yet, I was clearly being raped! I was twelve years old and he was, I don't know, forty! He had been having "fun" with me for the past hour. I decided I was going to bite him.

He slowed down. I though he was getting tired of trying so he layed his face down on my chest. I leaned my head up ward and fucking bite him in the eye. He immediately jumped up, went to the bath room grabbed the hair dryer and a towel. He constantly started to towel slap me. He took the hair dryer and put it up to my skin, he did this to every open area of skin, and there was alot, he put the hair dryer on my skin. Directly on my skin. He was burning me and started to beat me with it.

I saw the man get up and grab a knife. He started cutting into my wrist. I started to scream and cry. I was screaming for so long that when a room service person came by, they took the emergency key and unlocked the door to see the man beating me with a hair dryer, burning me with it, towel slapping me, and cutting me. There was blood all over the sheets and room service man immediately called the cops. The room service guy tried to get the man away from me but he just stabbed him multiple times until he died. He was punching him and stabbing him.

I decided to get up and make a run for it. I tried to get up but I was still tied to the bed. He saw me struggling so he gave up on the room service man and started to stab me.

I forced my self out of the ropes an started my kungfu on him. I kicked him in the balls and punched him in the face while I was still bleeding out. The police came and saw me fighting him. They started to help me.

They took him away in handcuffs. And asked me what happened. I told them exactly what happened, exactly what I just told you a second ago. They took me home and I saw my parents and they saw what the man did to me. They cried and held me tight.

They brought me to the hospital to check out my injuries. When the put the IV in me I passed out and never woke up. The next day they found me dead of to much sex and multiple stab wounds. My parents filed a law suit to the hospital and the man. They also filed a criminal case and won.

Well, this was my murder story. I hope you found it different than most murder story's so I hope that this will never happen to you. If it does, well, I'll see you up in the sky. If you ever see a man or mysterious shadow, tell your patents, call the police, tell your boyfriend/girlfriend, and any one you can reach. It will probably save your life. Remember my story for tough times to come, always remember Kaleigha Valentine, a murder victim. Always be strong and do what ever it takes to live. You have a right to live.