The First, The Second and the Third

Afraid

Willis was hiding for his life under his desk. He knew his brother would find him, but not straight away. It would at least give him time to say his prayers. One thing he was praying for was his mother to come home. She would save him from this silenced hell he was in now
The heart pounding creaks of dusty wooden stairs met Willis's ears. That made him gasp with fear, which attracted his brothers attention.
Willis held his breath, his hand clasped in front of his mouth. He knew his brother had heard him. He had ears like a deer, and eyes like a hawk.
In fright, Willis had accidentally left his bedroom door ajar, which made it less obvious that there would be somebody in there.
His brother was not stupid though. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he immediately turned into Willis's bedroom.
Willis felt tears streaming down his cold icy cheeks. His hand was stained white with fear. A few flashbacks which had scarred him for life came jolting back into Willis, when he caught sight of his brothers ragged trainers, ripped jeans, and dark blue hoodie.

He was at home with his mum and gran. He was sitting by the coal coated fireplace, listening to his music. Just then, the oak door burst open, and in came a drunk teenager, holding a bottle of half drunk whiskey in one hand, and a kitchen knife in the other. His dark blue hoodie was stained with blood, as was the knife. He came into the living room, and lashed out.
He had tears streaming down his cheeks with insanity. His gran leaped into the air and grabbed his mother, shoving her behind her back, trying to protect her. His brother flocked down his intimidating hood, and went to attack her...

Willis jolted back into reality when he couldn't explain what came next. He kept his eyes on his brothers trainers.
"Oh... Will... come out, come out... wherever you are..." he spat, as evil as the devil.
He then looked right into Willis's blood shod eyes, and grinned like he was possessed.