Chapter 8: Let them out

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It turns out I passed out. I got back up on my feet. The room is now brighter. I looked around, and was disgusted at what I saw. On the wall was blood, lots of it. Written with the blood was, Thank You. 

The door was wide open. I walked out of the room slowly. I looked at the hallway, there was even more blood. I tip-toed down the hall to the kitchen. On the kitchen bench, was a dead body, the blood was drained from it. I walked up to it, to see who it was. It was my mother. I started balling out with tears. This is all my fault I thought. What Have I done?

I ran for the phone to call the police. I quickly dialled the number.

"Hello, my name is Ava Forest, my mum has been murdered, please help!" I said under my breath.

"Hahaha," a man with a deep voice replied.

The phone hung up. That wasn't the police was it. I started to panic. The first thing that came to my mind was to go outside., so I sprinted out there.

"HELP!"  I yelled.

I ran to the neighbours and knocked furiously on the door. No one answered. I went to other houses down my street, but still no one answered. It was like no one was here. I collapsed on the ground, bursting in tears. I got gravel and dirt all over my clothes and face.

"Help me," I started to shout.

I heard a car come down my street. I stood back up. It was my father's silver BMW. I sprinted towards it.

"Dad! please help me," I cried.

He came out of the car.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE!" he yelled at me.

He pulled my ear and lead me to the car. He threw me in the back seat. Uncontrollable tears came out of my eyes.

"You let them out into our world, you idiot," he said.

What does he mean by that?

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