Nothing, I couln't see anything. The curtains were closed and the lights were out. It was pitch black. I walked slowly. "Jacob?" I whispered. I walked into the living room and clicked on the light. He wasn't there. I walked into the dinning room, again nothing nor no one. I walked into the kitchen I flicked on the light and I gasped. "Oh my gosh." There was bloody hand prints smeared all over the walls the hand prints lead off to the basement. So being brave I decided to follow them. Before I even thought about going down there alone I grabbed a knife out of the drawer. I walked down the stairs one creak at a time. I flipped on the light when I got down there. I walked quietly and slowly for the light was very dim. I walked into the coal celler part of the basement. I clicked on the light, and I almost puked. There were bloody knives, cords, and bowls covered in blood. I left the room and shut the door tight. "What the hell is wrong with this house?" I whispered. I heard something move over by the washer and dryer. I moved over there quickly. I opened both appliances to check and make sure no one was playing hide and seek. I felt a cold breath on my shoulder. I squeeze the handle of the knife and spun around. "Jacob?" I questioned as the tip of the blade was inches from his heart. He collapsed, and was shaking. Soon the perametics came storming down the stairs and took him to their ambulance.
I cleaned up the house and left for the hospital. Emily was at girl scouts and Mrs. Wilkinson was already at the hospital. Michael on the other hand was no where in sight.
I was hoping that he is at the hospital or he left for his summer camp trip early. That would be great, but a woman could only wish.
The hospital was that far away from the Wilkinson's home but it was a good drive. Due to the maze you have to go through the woods just to get off of their property. It's easier to find your way around here in a car because I cheat and use a GPS. But hey, that will catch up to be one day. Just not today.
I stopped in the middle of the path way to call Mrs. Wilkinson so she knew I would be there shortly. I reached into my purse. “Shit” I whispered to myself. I forgot my phone back at the house. I guess I’m going to have to wait. I heard a dinging sound and I checked my gas meter on the car.
Ugh, I’m almost on “E”. I checked my purse to see if I had enough money for gas.
Nope. Not even a dollar to my name. I checked my glove compartment, no money there either. “That’s weird I usually keep at least twenty dollars in there.” I had to turn to go back to the house or else I would be walking shortly. I sighed in exhaustion and threw the car in reverse to turn around. Okay, It’s a straight shot. I could turn around or go in reverse till I got to the lot then I could turn around and head to the house like a normal person. I weighed the outcomes so then I said hey! YOLO. I stomped on the gas and went speeding backwards up the path. I was pushing about sixty to seventy miles. I took my eyes off of the rear view mirror and that was a huge mistake. When I looked back into the mirror, The was someone in my death path. I slammed on my brakes, the person hitting my bumper with a huge thud. I was frozen at my seat. The steering wheel gripped tightly between my shaking hands. Oh my god I just killed someone. I unclipped my seat belt and put the car in park. I hopped out the car and slowly walked around he rear end. There was blood, and a lot of it. I looked and there was no one or nothing there. I went to turn around and I felt a sharp pain in my head and everything went black.
