IllStarLightllI Creepy Stories

Dad?..

I was 14 at the time my father got into a car crash. He had found out he had schizophrenia just before I turned 9. People around us thought he was crazy alright. Me and mum did too but we just kept it to ourselves. He would have hallucination of things that aren't really there and would always tell me that he saw ghosts around the house. I told him that there are no such things as ghost. He would denied it. When he couldn't handle enough of this hallucination, he would always tried to end his own life. And so he did. That's how he got into a huge car accident. 

Me and mum lived in a small house in the middle of no where. We lived far away from town so we only go there once or twice every week to buy food, clothes and etc. The school was close by so I could just walk there.

Every weekdays whenever I walk to school or from school, I would always walk through the steep road, being reminded that that was where dad's accident was. It was more terrifying to walk past the woods that were next to the steep road.  Walking to school was not so bad but when the last bell rings, I would always fear walking home past the woods when the sun began to set.

One night, I was doing my homework, while my cat napped in front of me when I saw a dark figure walk past my window. I though it was mum but she was in the kitchen making dinner. I was probably paranoid so I went back to doing my homework. My cat jumped off the table and walked out of my room, to the hallway, until the dark figure walked past my window again. My curtains were closed but I was too scared to look out my  window. But with the guts, I moved my curtains and looked out the window. It was pitch dark but nobody was there.

I sat back down until I heard a loud bang like a empty bucket that had been knocked over. I got up and walked down the hallways to the kitchen. I heard the water boiling on the stove. She must've been making soup for dinner. Unexpectedly, I discovered my mother and my cat on the kitchen tile floor covered in blood. I was horrified and taken aback to see what had happened. 

They were both stabbed. Someone must have been in the house but why hasn't my mother screamed? Then the dark figure appeared again near the kitchen window but this time, it didn't walk past it, it stopped right there. It stared at me. I stared at it back and looked at my dead mother and dead cat. 

As soon as I looked at the window again, it was gone...

When I looked around for the phone to call 911, I caught a glimpse of the dark figure that was standing there at the open front door.. holding a knife..

"Dad?.."