Short Stories

Reincarnated

It always followed me. The thing. For 4 months now it's followed me around. It had skin like a voodoo doll, half the size of me, eyes sewn shut, and a mouth, sewn with a permanent smile. It would keep it's distance, and satay a few hundred yards away. But it never got close, until the day. It was  June 5, in the year 2006. It followed me home from school. It wasn't out of the ordinary, except when I turned around, it started to run. I screamed out of pure terror and ran home, locking all the doors and windows, keeping the thing out. I didn't sleep that night. I heard the bangs on all my windows and doors. The night went over slowly, but finally it was June, 6, 2006, or as some people wrote it, 6/6/6. I sprinted to school, and slammed the school door shut, I was late for school, so no one was in the hallway, but as soon as I locked it, I heard the bang bang bang, on the door. The thing had pulled apart the stitches in its eyes and mouth and banging the blood that poured out of it on the bottom of the door. Then on the top half it slowly wrote the message that would end my life. It wrote;

I will drown you in your own blood

I starred at the door, blood so thick it was black pouring out of the things eyes and mouth. I blinked and the thing was inside the doors. I ran into a classroom, and I slammed the door and locked it. Nobody noticed me. Then it banged agents the door. I looked at it, and when I blinked, it was in the room, the students wishing a 3 yard radios had their necks slit. It walked to me, and cut a vital blood vain. I bled and soon enough my face was shoved in the blood, I tried to push him off, but I stopped, it had been following me forever, 5 months, so on the day, 6/6/6, it made sense. I stopped fighting, and I died. The thing drank my blood, waved its hand, and the dead children rose up and acted as if moments before they weren't dead. The thing slowly became me, and took it's seat. I become the thing, and I realized I was stuck with this form, until the year 3006, then I would resume the roll of another being as the first did to me, the day of the devil is the day I strike. Until then, my beloved victim.