LEGOLAND Horror Story

Fuck This!

  I layed down on my bed while my parents had a conversation on the couch talking about my health problems. "Is he smoking? What's making him go insane? Is it that LEGO Man?" My parents talked and talked for a very long time. "Is our son vaping?" I heard my father as I headed towards my gaming room. Well, yeah a little but not that much. I don't do it all the time you know? I rolled my eyes in my room.

  I hopped onto the gaming console as I started playing Call of Duty on my Xbox. I hopped into a server seeing my friends in there doing a free for all game. I went onto Discord talking to my friends on voice chat.

 Jessica asked me a question "Are you sleeping okay?" she asks, laughing through her mic. "I'm doing alright, thanks!" I said pointing my mouse at her to shoot but luckily she dodged that attack.

 I sense that my father is watching me playing so I turned back to see him smiling at me saying "So, how's your gaming doing?" he laughs watching me play. "Doing, good. Just got a whole lot a of kill streaks." I said excitedly, playing happlily as my dad watched.

 "That's good, dinner is ready if you just want to pause that. And tell your friends." my dad says leaving my room. I told my friends that I have to go as I logged out of my Xbox. My heart started pumping like something was here watching me. When I turned around seeing myself and not only my regular self.

 It was ME. I had cuts on my arms, holding a knife and a smile through my face. My eyes were all wide like it was cut out. The knife was all bloody, my hands were shaking then myself started chasing me. I called out to my father but he didn't answer. I called out to my mom but she couldn't hear me. Was I alone? I can't be! I need to be home! I'm at home but there was another scene of me crying. Fire was everywhere. 

  Did the house catch on fire? I looked around to see myself picking up my things and running away? Did I save my mom and dad? But when I came to check in their room I saw them dead on the bed. Blood was everywhere.

  I ran away but where did I go? What happen? Why did I pick up the knife? I walked towards another room seeing myself in front of the mirror talking. "I'm tired of life." I looked at myself in a mirror. "I should crave a smile to my face!" I laughed. Carve a smile? Am I that insane?

  "I could be more happy!" I laugh even more. I grabbed a knife as I began cutting my mouth. It stings a bit but I was already done by the time I got to the end of my face. At least I'm not like Jeffery Dahmer eating people's organs. That would be a big no no.

  For a second I thought of doing that. I could kill people and then devour them later on. Am I like Jeffery Dahmer more? Or Eyeless Jack? That Creepy Pasta dude on the internet. Of course it's Fiction not fucking real like the Jeffery Dahmer one. He had like how many victims? Seventeen victims? I could kill a lot more than he can. If I just...

  I heard a knock on my door. Turning around seeing my father enter all shocked. "What happen to you Devon? Why are you like this?" I looked down smiling more sinfully. I looked back up at my parents, their faces changed when they saw blood on my hands. I laughed saying "Look blood. That's unfortunate."

  "Son, honey, call the cops. Our son went insane." my mom told my dad as he nodded his head taking his phone out of his pocket as he dialed the number. I got out my knife just swaying the weapon side by side as I sang a lullaby "Ding dong, I know that you are playing open up the door. I just want to play a little... Ding dong." I laughed.

  "COPS HERE! PUT YOUR HANDS ONTO YOUR HEAD! NOW!". I turned around seeing four cops inside and some outside. "Shit." I said looking at them. I looked back behind me as I jumped out the window running for my life. "I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING JAIL!" I laugh running into the forest. "HEY! STOP!" the cop yelled running after me.