Un libro al azar/A random book

Halloween story ( horror story)

I woke up in the middle of the night and it was still raining heavily. My parents were staying at a friends house seven hours away. I walked into the kitchen and saw the newspaper that was still laying on the table. it was a big headline and a long text about some guy that had escaped from a mental hospital. I shivered as i went futher into the kitchen and saw that the fridge was open and the ice cream was dripping down on the floor. I cleaned it up and took some pizza from yesterday. I was just about to take a bite when I heard something I stopped breathing for a second and listened but the only thing i heard was the storm outside. I took a bite off the pizza and heard something fall in the living room. I stood up fast and reached for the pliers I had on the table. Slowly I walked over to the living room and saw that one of the books that usually are in the book shelf was laying on the floor. As I reached for the book I heard something coming form the kitchen. It almost sounded like someone was walking around. As fast as possible I ran up the stairs to my room and slipped on my underwear. I realized now that the stairs were covered in blood. I could still hear something or someone move on the first floor and i dialed 911 as I opened the door to my bathroom. A woman answered and I explained quickly that someone was in my house and that my stairs were covered in blood and she promised that she would send someone over as fast as possible. I waited for about 5 minutes before I heard someone walking up the stairs. I opened the door carefully and peaked my head out and there my neighboor was standing, tears running down his cheek. He turned his head to the side and our eyes met, pleading he whispered something but I was to busy looking at his hands. Blood was dripping from them, I realized that I had stopped breathing and took a deep breath and shooke my head. He cried, it almost sounded like a animal and i closed the door again, my body was shaking and my heart racing. "What just happened" was the only thing that left my lips before I heard a loud thud and the police was here, they were finally here. But I could not bring myself to open the door, I took a couple deep breaths and unlocked the door. A police handed me a blanket and putted his arm around me trying to lead me away from my neighboor who was now laying on the floor screaming at the top of his lungs "She killed my son, I just know it, why would she kill him". I shooke my head and walked away with my head high trying to pretend like his words had no effect on me. But I knew deep down that they did effect me, more than I wanted them to. 

A COUPLE WEEKS LATER. 

My neighboor ended up in prison for killing his own son and a couple others kids over the years. The fact that he broke into my house just made it all worse in the eyes of the police and the court. I actually thought that they were smarter, why would a single dad who was liked by everyone one day just decide to kill his own son?. exactly he could never but sometimes you have to sacrify yourself for others to get away and this time i got away. Well  I got rid of the only one who actually had proof about what I had done and nobody suspected a thing so it is a win win.