September, 10, 2015
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DAN HOWELL
A fierce and angry knock on my front door was what awoke it me from my deep slumber. I groggily yawned and stretched out my muscles before turning my head to the digital clock on my night stand. I squinted to read the numbers hat were displayed.
3:37 AM
Who would be at my front door at this hour? I hadn't made any friends, and my landlord wouldn't knock this early in the morning. Before I could question it any further another harsh knock was made, making me jump. I looked around for the demon, noticing she was no where to be seen.
I quickly sprung from my bed to answer the door, not before grabbing the knife I kept in my bedside drawer. I walked down the steps, down to the front door. I tried peaking through the peephole, only to see it was blocked.
I got myself ready to hurt the person behind the door, gripping my knife tightly. I unlocked the door and came face to face with a familiar face. My eyes widened in horror and I dropped my knife.
There stood Anne, blood seeping from a hole on her forehead. She smiled painfully wide, making me blink rapidly in hopes when I opened my eyes she would disappear.
"You said you would die with me." She groaned, her voice was deep and scratchy like she had been yelling for hours. I shook my head, refusing to believe she was able to follow me all the way here.
"I-I..." I was paralyzed in fear and disbelief.
"We will die together, and you'll go to hell with me." She whispered, her voice croaky and somewhat unsettling. She picked up the pistol I had shot her with that night, and raised it to my head. I closed my eyes, accepting death with open arms. She seemed pleased with me as she pulled the trigger, a big bang echoed off the walls.
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I jolted awake, and felt a sense of déjà vu. I peaked over at my clock only to see the familiar 3:37 AM printed in it. My eyes were wide as a knock was heard at my front door. I opened my side drawer and pulled out my knife. I stayed in my room as the knocks continued before the person left. I sighed in relief, wiping the sweat off my forehead.
It's been one year, but it only felt like yesterday when I fled Bridgeport, leaving Anne dead and to blame for all the murders. All my murders. I've been craving blood ever since that day but I didn't act on it because it would look suspicious if the murders started right after Anne died. Then she wouldn't be banned and they would come after me. I didn't want to be caught, I was fine with Anne taking the blame for the murders. I entered another town, Holistown about six months ago. It wasn't as small as Bridgeport, but it still had a forest that would work to my advantage when I decided to start killing again.
A lot has changed, for one the demon has been following me. It gave me strength and communicated with me in whispers. Sometimes it drives me insane to the point where I laughed until I almost passed out. I feel my sanity slipping from my fingers like sand at the beach. Sometimes it feels like time isn't moving, like it's the same night I killed Anne and kicked her off the cliff. I feel like she's coming back to kill me, to finish me off and bring me down with her. It's driving me to the point that I have nightmares about her, in the same clothes she died in except it was stained with the blood from her forehead.
"Another one?" The demon whispered, I turned my head to her. She was sitting on the end of my bed with her legs crossed. I got used to her creepy appearance, it was soothing. The fringe covering her completely black eyes and the bloody bandage on her stomach was a source of comfort sometimes.
"Yes." I confirmed her suspicions. She giggled with delight as she walked out of my room. I had questioned if she was the one giving me the nightmares but she denied it quickly. What I noticed about her is that she never lies, and never talks about herself.
"Sleep." She whispers from outside my room. I have no trouble going back to sleep because the nightmare doesn't occur a second time, only once.
"Before you sleep, listen." She whispers again, making me sit up. She walked back into the room in tip toes.
"What is it?" I question her.
"You need to take another life. Tomorrow. Try the girl in the neighboring house." She suggested, pointing outside my window to the house. The curtains shields what's inside but I know who the demon was referring to. The girl is bubbly and annoying.
"Tomorrow?" I ask the demon, hoping she would reconsider.
"Her parents are going to send her over tomorrow." She mentions, trying to convince me it is the best time to kill her.
"How do you know?"
"I just know." She ends the conversation, leaving my room again. I sigh in distress before I lay my head on my pillow again.
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Well that's the first chapter of book two. Tell me what you think?
