I'm tired after running, my feet are killing me my heart is pounding but I keep on running. After hours of running & hiding I end up right in front of the house that has been deserted for years.
It wasn't always deserted once their was a couple that were very happy, but they thought that they would be even more happy with a few kids. So they had a few kids which made them even happier. People say that the husband killed his wife and kids, BUT the runout is that there souls never left the house.
I could hear him gaining on me so I had no other than to go into the house.
Even though my heart was pounding I opened the front door and walked in there hesitantly but fast at the same time with him walking in close behind. I then ran to the nearest room I could find... The spare bedroom. I ran as fast as my sore and tired legs could carry me, then hide under the bed.
I then hear footsteps come into the bedroom. He then starts to look around the room for me in every nook and cranny. I know that it is a matter of time before he finds me. I was right. He looks under the bed and no surprise there I am pale as a ghost pleading for my life for him not to hurt me.
He pulls me from under the bed to the kitchen. I am walking to the kitchen, then all of a sudden I feel this excruciating feeling in the back of my right leg. It is so painful I fall onto the floor with pain. I then start to cry with the amount of pain I am in.
With me crying and in pain on the floor he turns around just for a second. I suddenly have an idea, if I ran to a draw and get a knife I have something to defend myself.
I then try to stand up but my leg is so sore that I just fall again. But I know if I don't try he is going to hurt me again or worse kill me, so I try again and this time I steady myself enough to walk.
Then I open the draw, but I opened it a little bit too loud, and he comes running towards me, I try and get a knife before he came but I was to late he got the k ice right in my stomach. I know that if I don't get help I would start bleeding really bad and die from blood.
As soon as the basted stabbed me he ran out of the house to the street to leave me to die.
2 hours later
The amount of blood that was beside me was unbelievable. I was so surprised that I was alive.
I knew I didn't have long to live but what I didn't expect is that the bastered would come back. He walked into the house with his evil looking stair laughing. He then grabbed out the same knife he used just a few hours prior. He lifted the knife above his head and then released the knife right into my heart.
It all went dark. The bloody bastered took my life. My life and me is finished.
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