The Purple Guy- Is this reality? Or a dream?

Chapter 13

It's Jeremy's first night, I wanna go in straight for the kill, but then again I want to wait until the right time so it won't be suspicious. I was at home when I heard a sudden thump at my door. I went to open it and saw a note hanging on the top piece of wood, it seemed as if it was covered in blood.

(Play the music)

They hunt you, they're angry, they will get you. You are evil, you are a monster, you kill everybody who cares about you. Just wait, they will get their revenge, evil never wins. They will find their happiest day Vincent Bishop.

I looked up and down the block before closing my door and setting the note on my table, I started to feel very sick and dizzy. Is there somebody out there who knows my secret? It can't be possible, I never leave any evidence behind when I kill, so how can anybody know? Lighting a match and setting the note on fire, I went up to the bath room. I washed my face harshly leaving huge scratch marks on the sides of my face. Then I looked up into the mirror and rested my one hand on top of the medicine cabinet. I just saw my face. My sick, evil twisted face. I smirked as I saw my eyes glow red, and saw the five ghost spirits behind me crying.

Me: Happiest day........ When will it come for me?

I heard another thump coming from the kitchen, I grabbed my knife and ran down stairs to see nothing unusual. I checked to make sure nothing was stolen. Going into the kitchen I saw another note written in the same hand writing I saw before.

THEY ARE COMING FOR YOU VINCENT!

I growled and threw the note into the trash can when I heard another thump coming from upstairs, I went to go and check it out. It was another note pinned inside the door in my room.

YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM US.

Me: GO AWAY!!

I threw the paper on the floor and heard thumping in the attic. I grabbed a flash light and went to go and find another note.

WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID.

Me: Stop it!!!

Something white and foggy swooped past me as I ran back down stairs in horror. What the hell is going on? Who's in my house? I walked along the dark hall way that was only lit up by lightning every once in a while. I had to trace my hand on the wall so I wouldn't fall and hurt myself, then just half way to the stair case, I felt a cool wetness all over my hand. I looked at my hand to see blood, it was still warm, there was blood on the wall. I carefully backed up and tried to look at the wall. I wish I didn't. Lightning flashed through the window behind me, and I saw it. It covered the whole wall.

VINCENT.

It was smeared on the wall with fresh blood, it dripped down to the floor creating a huge puddle. Then there was crash coming from my bath room. I hurried into the bath room and turned on the light. Shattered glass from the mirror was every where, and blood was scattered all over the place. I carefully looked around but only found something that scared me even more. There was a dead person in my tub. Holding back a horrified scream, I stumbled back. What the fuck is this? Who is doing this? Scott looked lifeless and gray, the same stab wounds were on his chest. I fell onto the floor and moved even farther back when he extended his arm and looked at me.

Scott: Vincent, why? Why did you do it? We were brothers!

Me: S-Scott.......

Scott: I trusted you, you're a traitor.

Me: I'm not a traitor, shut up!

Scott: Traitor, traitor, traitor, traitor!

Me: I said to SHUT UP!!!!

I flung my knife at Scott and he disappeared. Looking back to the little bit of mirror that I had left I looked at myself to see somebody else. I couldn't tell who it was at first because of the huge crack in the mirror, but once I made out what it was I saw....... me. I was laying on the floor inside of something, and there was a massive pile of blood surrounding me. And there were, what looked liked, metal piercing me. A huge pole was poking out of the top of my head, and little metal pieces were in my neck, and lungs. Then I saw the children staring in horror. And that's all I remember. Something or someone was behind me, and before I could react, I was knocked out cold. The next morning I jumped out of bed and searched the whole house. Nothing suspicious about last night's events. I just sat in my kitchen holding my head. What was that?