Love Killer (sample)

Chapter 4

Laying on my bed filled with emotions and joy I stared outside my window looking at the stars. It was a warm summer night with a soft breeze to make the window doors slightly tremble. I could hear the dogs bark from far away and the cicadas from the nearby trees singing a quite annoying and peaceful melody. Suddenly I could see a man running into the forest leaving behind him traces of blood. My breath stopped. It was exactly like that night. I was exactly in the same window staring at my father being decapitated slowly and dragged into the forest by a man wearing a white bloody mask and black dirty clothes. I was terrified. I could see him, the man with the white mask. My eyes widened as he ran towards his victim. I closed my eyes tightly praying to some god that he'd somehow trip over and stab himself with the knife he was caring. I heard screams. I started crying as I could hear the pain in his voice. I couldn't open my eyes no matter how much I wanted to see what was going on, I couldn't let myself see. After some time the screams went silent. The silence scared me more. I could open my eyes and I saw a red lake. So calm but filled with so much pain. By the lake, I could see the man with the mask staring at the deep waters soullessly. I put my hands over my mouth even though I was quite away. I didn't want to break the horrifying silence that drowned both of us. 

What in the world did I just witness, but it was about to get worse. I was staring at the bloody scene with my water-colored eyes. My tears felt hot to my cold hands that covered my breath. He suddenly turned around. My heart dropped. He was now staring deeply into my soul. I didn't breathe or move. He suddenly started running towards the cottage. I freaked out. I couldn't move nor do anything. My body was stuck and I was still processing what just happened. I could only stare at him running towards my house. I heard the door pounding. My heart has stopped beating for a moment, then I panicked. I started running towards the door and I put the chair beside the couch in front of the door blocking its way to open. I started running down the stairs and burst into the basement. My hands shaking and my breath trembling. I needed to find the keys to lock the doors and my room. It was a house in the middle of nowhere so I never expected any reason to lock it. I knocked everything down and as I was hearing the noises of the knife stabbing my front door and the glasses I've knocked out breaking, then, it hit me.