Burros House-1812

1812

  The night was dark and windy. Her parents were leaving for a work meeting. It would be 12 hours of solitude, or so she thought. She cooked herself some boiling water. She then placed the pasta gingerly in the water. Her thoughts lingered. She thought of the man who had followed her home that day. She thought about what his face looked like. But she remembered it was covered by a hood, and a mask. She looked around the house and saw nothing. She moved the boiling water off the stove. The water screeched. She heard a noise in the basement. It's just the cat, she thought. But the cat had been missing for days. She was anxious but moved slowly towards the door. She lit a lantern and slowly crept down the stairs. She reached the bottom and saw her cat shaking and curled up in a ball. The cat was excited to see her. It ran up the stairs and into the kitchen. The girl then followed the cat without hesitation. The girl fed the cat and then went to check on her pasta. The living room light was flickering. She walked into the room and saw a masked man wearing a hood outside her door. He stayed very still. She ran and shut the blinds, turned around a reached for the phone. She spun the numbers of her parents. But the line hadn't rung. The phone line had been cut. She turned around again and opened the curtain just so her eye would be visible. The man was gone. She heard a tapping on the door. She laid on the couch quivering. She wondered what he wanted. Then her thoughts turned towards the grimey meowing from the back door. It was the cat and when she got up from the couch she saw bloody paw prints and then turning around the corner to the back of the room she say her cat covered in blood. Its throat had been slightly sliced. And it was missing two legs and its tail. She screamed. The cat was dying and there was nothing she could do about it. She had waited for anything to happen. She ran upstairs to her emergency phone that was hidden in her parents closet. She spun the numbers of the sheriff and waited. There was an answer. Well hello there, how may I help you. The voice said. Please I need help, my cat, and there's a man who was outside my window. Please come quickly. I'm going to die. She heard the phone line cut off. She waited and waited and waited. She waited for what seemed to be hours. Suddenly she heard a soft hello coming from down stairs. She slowly opened the door. And moved out of the room. She walked down the back stairs and moved towards the foyer and felt something on her head. She looked up. The corpse of the sheriff hung from the light. She screamed and ran into the kitchen. Looking through the window she saw the a message in blood. It read watch your back. She ran up the stairs of the foyer not taking her eyes off the corpse. Running, she ran into the room of her parents. She locked herself into the closet again. She heard the man in the room. She heard him walking around and placing something on the bed. Hours went by, the phone had been cut, and she awoke from her sleep. She opened the door and froze at what she saw. Her father lay on the bed in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were gouged out, his finger were cut off, and his ears were missing from his head. She fell backwards in horror. Her parents weren't supposed to be back until morning. She ran down the stairs where the sheriff was hung, then to the back of the house where her dead cat lay, then finally to the kitchen where a body figure was still. It looked like it was cooking. It was hard to tell because an ax was lodged into the figure's head. The table was set for one. She moved towards the figure, only to see her mother. She walked backwards and looked at the meal. It was chopped fingers, torn up ears and cut up eyes in a mush. The glass was filled with blood. Then the girl heard a knocking at the door. She ran to the basement and locked the door behind her. She turned the corner she was unaware of where to go. Her heart pounded as she felt someone grabbing her. She shoved the man and crawled out of the cellar door. She ran down to the street and with no sudden movement she scream in pain. The man had thrown a tomahawk into her leg. The girl stumbling, went to get help. She heard him running behind her. She pulled the tomahawk out of her back leg. She turned around and he was gone. She sighed and went to run, but met her doom when the man stood tall and stuck a knife right into the side of her head.