You’d sigh walking back to the tattered red couch in the corner of the living area… or sort of a living area since it wasn’t really able to be lived in seeing as the floor was covered in bottles and cans of beer and cheap booze. The floor looked like the forest floor growing with mold and mildew you cough as you sit down on the couch as it sprayed dust and mold spores into your eyes and nose. “Fuck. this damn place is not a home you dumb shit, this is a death trap! Disgusting.”, you manage to cough out as you fan the dust away with your hand. Once you're able to see more than just dust and mold , you begin to hear the knocking again at the front door. “ God damn it man! Not the fucking time.”, you grumble stomping your way to the door. Before you got halfway to it, the door swung open letting fog roll in. You jump back freaked out. You look out the door unable to see a thing in front of you. “What the fuck? Who’s there? This ain’t funny bitch!”, you yelled angrily at whoever was there.
You walk up to the door hesitantly as you get closer the sound of breathing gets louder. You now stand in the doorway looking out at the foggy woods. Suddenly a large hand with blood on it reached in gripping on the door frame. Blood smeared staining the already stained framing. Then came a tall figure of a man, He was a shadowed figure with no features to his face except his mouth and left eye. You see his stair focus on you as he walks in reaching for your shoulder. You back away getting a whiff of a dead animal, your eyes widen as your stomach drops.
Gaging you back off and running to the kitchen passing a side table you grab the closest weapon in arms reach, and what you grab was a small utility blade. You get to the kitchen frantically looking around for a window or some sort of escape; you look to the corridor remembering the door which was busted down. When you got the door it was perfectly intact, you stood there horrified knowing the door would never open for you no matter how much force you put into your pulling. “Shit… this is.. THIS IS ALL FUCKED UP!”, you scream as loud as you could. You hear the foot falls of the man behind you get louder and louder. You flinch as it all gets quiet, As you look back at him you feel the breath of the man on your neck.
You close your eyes ready for him to kill you already. You hear a sigh and the voice of your father in front of you, “Jesus fuck, are you insane?!”. You open your eyes to see your father yelling at you. “God damn what is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?! you scared me shitless!”, he yelled. He clenched his fist punching you right across your face, Knocking you down. You sit there for a minute rubbing your face star struck and confused. The same questions spun in your mind, “where is that guy and what is he?”. You grip your head forming a migraine, then you lash up swinging the utility blade at his neck. Your dad jumps back gasping from surprise. Without a second thought staring into his eyes you launch yourself into the air jumping onto of him,
With the blade raised into the air you ready yourself to kill him. Getting flashbacks in your mind you remember all the things he had done to you, you get a crazed look on your face, your smile burned into his eyes for eternity. Knowing that look you made would be the last he would see, you swing the utility blades handle into his nose over and over again, the blood splattering on his face running onto the floor. He struggled trying to get away, but once he got out of your grip, you grabbed the back of his shirt and began bashing the handle into his back. Continuously. “Bastard! Just die you drunken bastard!”, you yell in a distorted anger. You flip the blade out and with one last lash you stab him in his back over and over. The blood drenching his shirt, your hands getting splashed by flying blood. You mumble the word “Die” repetitively, staring at his lifeless body.
