Molly

When she turned the handle, it was unlocked. Too easy. Cautiously, she stepped inside. Peace settled upon the house. It was dark, but moon light streamed through the windows and splashed upon the floor. A quiet ticking noise sounded from the wooden clock. Ornaments of angels sat upon desks in the living room.

Molly entered the hallway. It was a dark tunnel through which she proceeded to her destination.

If she hadn't been here so many times, she would have tripped over the stairs. She simply stepped up the stairs soundlessly.

She entered another hallway. Moonlight soaked the floor through the back window. Outside, the moon glowed. A magnificient sight it was- a crystal with such purity!

Molly gazed into the light. The moon's beauty entranced her in its grip. As if invisible hands pushed her forward, she walked into the light. A placid feeling overcame her body. Her tense muscles relaxed, and she gaped at the moon's hypnotic stare. She could feel herself escape into its mysterious depths.

A foot step startled her. Molly jumped out of her trance and instantly pointed her knife in the direction of the noise, but as she turned, nothing was there.

Her gorgeous blade glinted under the silver light. It was such a beauty. Too bad it would get covered in innocent blood.

Ever so silently, she traveled to his room, and crept open the door. She closed it as gently as she could.

She trekked toward his bed and watched. Oh that gorgeous face, that dark silky hair, those clean eyebrows! He was such an angel!

Foot steps echoed in the hallway crashing up the stairs. Molly ducked behind the bed. As she peered beyond it, the door seemed to expand and gravitate toward her. Molly gasped and crawled under the bed, pointing her knife towards the door.

Her eyes dialated with terror. She could feel the rush of her heart as the noise of the foot steps slowed. Each step released thunder. It seemed that a shadow passed in front of the door in complete darkness. Molly's skin tingled as the shadow grew near.

The door creaked open. Molly leapt out into the open and knifed the air.

She stared at the shut door in bewilderment.

When she turned towards the boy in the bed, she stumbled backward in horror. A thin, pale face gazed back at her with glazed eyes.

"What are you doing?" The mouth moved with the words but the voice that came out held a deep demonic tone.

Before she knew it, Molly was plunging her knife into this horrifying face. "Leave me alone!!!!!" she shrieked.

Suddenly, the agonizing cries of a boy were released. Molly looked down and almost passed out. It was her boy with his silky dark hair. Red liquid soaked his face, seeping out of giant tears in the skin; his brutal screams became muffled as he choked on his own blood. Final gasps of air battered the boy until he shook and ceased all movement and noise.

Relief overcame Molly. It's all over now, she thought.

The door flung open. There stood the boy's parents. His mother screamed and his father vomited.

These reactions allowed Molly enough time to open the window and leap out. "Take me away moon!" she shouted as she soared into the moon's white glory.

Suddenly, blood dripped onto the surface of the moon. Rapidly, the blood washed over the shining beauty and leaked from the sky.

Molly realized it was her own blood leaking from her head as she lay on the pavement. Sirens echoed nearby. Instantly, she leapt up and stumbled away.

Five days later, Molly's body was discovered in the woods. People had concluded that blood loss was the cause of her death. However, her knife was missing, and the police sudddenly realized that her head was contorted in an unnatural way. When they peered more closely, they could see that her neck was broken.

They decided to have detectives pick her up the following day. However, as soon as the detectives arrived, her body was gone.

That day, Detective Jerry was doing paper work when something caught his eye. He called up his colleagues straight away. When they arrived, they all peered out his window as he had asked them to; the phenomenon caught their attention. They felt dumbfounded. Outside black clouds swirled in the sky and rosy liquid poured upon the ground.

"Hey," a voice called.

The detectives turned around.

There stood a pale girl with a dangling head and a knife in her hand dripping in blood. Her glowing red eyes stirred their unsteady souls. The detectives trembled. Molly stood before them gripping her knife, and laughing hysterically as she slaughtered them each, relishing their painful cries, savoring the sight of their blood squirting out onto the carpet from the openings of theit soft skin. The pleasant sight soothed her.

After this moment, Molly was never seen again. However, every night a full moon rose into the sky. It was bloody red.