The Devils Game

Red Sheets

    I wake up to the smell of dried blood, there some on my sheets, I sit up and search for a wound or a cut, but there's nothing. I get up, searching my body, I look into the mirror looking at my face, still failing to find a wound. I step out of the room and close the door behind me. The smell of death fills my nostril, as i feel vomit rising in my throat . I run to my aunt and uncle's room and swing the door open. I scream at the sight, my aunt is laying on the bed, her eyes still open. The sheets not white anymore, but red from all the blood. My uncle lays on the flour in a deformed position. Blood surrounding him. My vision goes blurry. I run to the phone, tripping on the way. Police come over and investigate but they found nothing. They told me I wasn't safe anymore, so Crystal let me stay at her place for the night.