{10 years later, Alyssa is 18}
I smile in the mirror. I'm ending this here and now. I think to myself. My smile turns into a grin. Time to die, demon. I turn to the closed bathroom door.
"If you're there, knock!" I shout, holding my pistol. I don't think it will do much, but it doesn't hurt to try.
Knock. Knock.
Or does it..?
Knock.
It might.
I reload my gun. I aim towards the door, and shoot. I wait for the ping of the bullets hitting the door. Where did the bullets go? I quickly check the storage area where the bullets are held.
They disappeared?! I just loaded it!
Let me in...~ I hear from outside the door. I grip my pistol tighter. I growl to myself and throw the pistol on the ground. If it isn't going to work, I don't need it.
I draw out my knife.
"Go on! Open it!!" I grip my knife tighter.
Creeeeeek...
I frown. Thought I locked the door. I ignore my thoughts and throw my knife at the girl.
"DIE FREAK!" Tears formed in my eyes. "DIE FOR KILLING MY FAMILY!" I heard a thud. I walk out of the bathroom, and I see the knife on the back wall. Where did you go, freak..
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HorrorThey say there Is one house in the middle of the woods that is haunted by a frowning girl. But every time she makes a kill, that frown turns upside down...
