Chapter Eleven : Time Madness
MIKE'S DIARY: I told John I forgot something of mine, this diary in fact, so I stepped down the multiple rocks down the canyon, the night was a lot more darker than usual, and something seemed off, I could feel a cold breeze following my spirit, and let me tell you I wasn't enjoying it.
The day was already a shit show when I had a little fight with John, and now a cold breeze was following me around? It was definitely a sign I wasn't catching up. I walked to Julia's backyard and saw the door unlocked, which it seemed understandable since Julia forgot multiple times to lock her own bedroom door when we were young.
I opened the door and everything was in place, the green old couch, the questionable wallpaper, everything was in place, that's what I thought at that moment. I walked over through the inside of the house and then to my truck, I opened its door and realized something was wrong with the truck itself, the tires were cut.
I looked closer and made sure to see if they were actually cut since I knew nothing about cars, and I still don't. I took my diary and put it into my backpack and rushed back to the house, in hope to find something that would help me with the truck, I knew there wasn't, but still. I walked inside and felt the same cold breeze again, but this time I decided to pay attention to it. I looked around and noticed something different, all of the doors were open, every single one besides the backyard door, I rushed to get phone but only to get it slapped out of my hand by a mysterious figure, which I found out it was Big J when he grabbed me by arm and pushed me against the wall, he arms were still strong as years ago, and the face of a sociopath was still painted in him, the eyes of devil shined in front of me and the flashbacks of pain came back as the flicker of a lighter.
"Have you missed me little Mike?" He screamed as he tried to hold my two hands.
His face gotcloser to mine.
"Not a single bit!" I threw my head against his, making him fall to the ground and cause me a huge headache.
For a minute everything around me spinned and the shadow of a man disappeared in front of me, I started running towards the backyard door, but only to get thrown to floor as Big J takes my left foot, I screamed as loud as I could but that didn't seemed to help, I moved my foot forward and backwards until my feet slipped through Big J's hands, I got up and ran to the door and tried to open the door that it was closed, it was locked so I quickly panicked. I looked around and saw Big J trying to get up as his headache was probably worse than mine, I looked and saw the stove and a towel, and one thing crossed my mind like an arrow, I ran to the kitchen and threw one of wooden spoons that was laying around at J's head, he quickly grunched and got back in his feet, I turned the stove on and put the towel on top of it which got quickly on fire as I prayed to every god and saint possible. Big J quickly throws his hands on my neck and throws me across the room, I hit my head on that same fucking green couch that seemed too old to be standing still, I looked towards the kitchen and saw the towel catching fire and Big J walking towards me, with a knife on his right hand, I quickly crawled away from his direction and got up when I reached the jacket stand close to the main door, I take the stand and tried to hit in his hand, only to fail as he take it with his left hand and throws in the kitchen, the one thing he didn't saw coming was that the rack fell close to the towel, which resulted in the rack catching fire too. I ran towards Big J and held his two legs together, and both of us fell into the ground close to the kitchen floor, everything was catching fire so quickly. I got up quickly and threw myself away from Big J. I ran and escaped from the house through the main door, somehow my backpack was still in my back, my vision was still blurry and my head was still hurting as I was hit in the head with a rock, which almost happened.

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