Diary of A Murdered Girl

Chapter 6: Slaughter

Chapter 6: Slaughter

    ‘He’ took me somewhere about 10 feet from the house. I didn’t know where it was but I counted. ‘He’ said ‘he’ had a surprise for me and had somehow convinced me to blindfold myself. I was suspicious. There was no denying it but when ‘he’ un-blindfolded me, all my doubt disappeared. Right there in front of me was a house built into a tree. I always thought they were only in movies, never in reality but I guess I was wrong. ‘He’ gestured towards the tree house and I nodded lightly, my footsteps following ‘his’. The tree house was old, you can tell. The floor boards were shaky in some places and parts of the wall had been eaten out by termites. An old clock hanged on the wall. 2.00am is reads. I’ve been out for more than an hour. 

“Hey, it’s getting late and the place is amazing but I have to go“                                        

”Oh come on! Why are you in such a rush? Stay. You haven’t even check out the place.”

“Yeah but I can always come back tomorrow.”                    

“Your parents are out of town. Who’s gonna know?”              

“Yes but I really have to…wait! How did you know my parents weren’t home?” 

I felt myself bumped into an object- a table. My right hand fell onto something rough, like sandpaper. I took a sideway glance and saw newspapers with headings like ‘Dead body floats on shore’ and ‘Girl’s body found’. My mind immediately went blank and sweats were trickling down my forehead. I didn’t know what to do. I try to focus on my surroundings- the ticking of the clock, the brightness of the moon. It helps me beat back the feeling of intense panic. I don’t know what compelled me to come here and I’m trying to ignore the idea- way more disturbing than anything else- that the alcohol I drank was just an excuse. That maybe, deep down, I was just feeling curious. I’m not feeling curious now. I’m feeling scared. And very, very stupid. I finally found the courage to speak up. 

“What are you gonna do to me?”                                  

“Oh, nothing. Just relax and I promise I’ll make it real quick.”

I try to form a plan of escape in my mind but I can’t think straight. The door- I’ll jump through the door. No! The tree house is built to high. I won’t be able to run fast enough if I jump. The windows? No! That won’t work either. 

“Now, let’s just be a good girl and-“

I panicked. I pushed ‘him’ away and ran for the door. I fell. Something was grabbing my ankle. ‘His’ hand. I couldn’t break free. I felt something wrapping around my neck, then flashes of colors and then

darkness...