I got up reluctantly and went to do the morning routine. After I was done I grabbed my school bag and went down to the bus stop. I saw my friend running down the street waving at me, I smiled and waved back at her. She was panting heavily "hey y/n, how's it going?" "It's going good, the usual, boring with a side of tired and I don't wanna" I replied, she laughed as we waited for the bus together. On the way back from school we listened to some music, and probably disturbed everyone on the bus with our obnoxious singing voices.
Me and f/n said goodbye as we parted ways, I started running up the hill to my house and saw a neighbor on her deck singing, that's unusual, I thought kind of suspiciously. As I kept running I came across another one of our neighbors crying, they were a elderly couple. Why is everyone acting like the world is gonna end? I thought on the matter a little bit before my thoughts were interrupted when I came across a mother and her children praying in the driveway. Did I miss something? Did someone die and I didn't know about it because I was at school all day? I ran to my house without anymore distractions, when I walked in the door my mom and dad were waiting there, I'm glad nothing happened to them.
"Whatever you do you do not come out of your room understand" my dad said sternly. I nodded and went to my room without question. What was that about? I don't think I've done anything wrong lately, have I? I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, I didn't eat dinner, and didn't dare go to the bathroom. It was 11:35 pm and I was writing a fan fiction when I thought I heard breathing, I ignored it at first but it got louder, it was annoying. I got up and twisted the door knob...but I didn't open my door, I remember what my dad said.
I carefully let go of the handle, I'll just open the window then. But as I got closer to the window the sound got louder, it was so loud and rugged that it sent chills down my spine. Is this f/n messing with me? Well I was gonna mess with her, I carefully moved the blind to one side, I saw someone wearing a white mask with what looked like blood on it. I agreed this wasn't my friend and shut the curtain without being noticed. I grabbed a walking stick that I used for hiding and put my self in my closet, trying to stay calm. Who was that? What do they want from me? Why are they here? We live in a not so populated area so I must know the person. Are they here to kill me? To take me hostage? Do they want money? Revenge? By this point I was crying, I was scared. I could still hear their breathing, they weren't moving anytime soon, and neither was I.
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HorrorThis is a horror story of what it would be like to live during the purge