Safe And Sound (CreepyPasta Fan Fic)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

~Night of Sam's Death~

They sent us to a hotel for our safety. I was scared half-to-death. He said he would be coming back! I wasn't scared for me. I didn't want to die, but I would die young anyway. I was scared for my mother.
The loss of my sister gave me a feeling I never had. A strange feeling in my heart that I can't identify. Pain. Pain of losing my sister. And fear is also new for me.
I hear a crash coming from the room where my room was sleeping. Next came a scream, then dead silence. What just happend? I jumped up and threw open the hotel's bedroom door, to see my mother, laying on the floor, drenched in blood. She was dead. Stand next to her, was the figure I saw in the alley. The figure with the long jet black hair. But "she" wasn't a "she" at all! "She" was a guy. A guy wearing a bloody white hoodie and dress pants. And his face! He had owl-like eyes that were unblinking and charcoal black. And starting from the corners of his mouth to under his ears, were scars on either side of his face, making an eerie smile. He held up a knife that was stained with my mother's blood, and pointed at me. I was paralyzed with fear, my eyes caught in the black eyes staring into my soul, debating on if he should let me live, or take me to Hell. I began slowly backing away, then made a beeline for the room that led to the hall. I slammed it open, and ran. I skipped the elevator, and thundered down the stairs. I ran out the door, and froze.
Where to go, where to go, where to go...? I repeated to myself. I heard him comeing, so I began searching more frantically. The woods. They weren't exactly safe, but they were all I had. I took a run for it. His footsteps followed me, as I ran. Faster, faster, and faster, still running when the footsteps stopped. I ran until I tripped, and hit the ground with a thud, and my face hit the dirt. I picked my face up, spit the dirt out of my mouth, and saw a sign. I pushed myself up, not in pain from the fall, walked over to the sign, and read it.
"YOU MADE A MISTAKE COMING HERE," it read. I screamed, dropped it, and started running again. I ran until I reached a huge mansion.

~Time Skip To The Present Time~

I'm still banging on the door of that mansion.
"Is anyone home!?" I scream, and continue banging on the door.
"Aren't you cold?" a voice asks.
"No!" I scream, spinning on my heals. No one's there. I turn around and begin pounding on the door again.
"Okay," I scream, scared out of my wits, "I'm coming in!"
I slam the door open and run in. I quickly lock the the door, and lean against it, and it's hard to breath.
I stand up, and begin looking around. I walk up the long spiral staircase, and freeze. Footsteps. A scream escapes my lips, but a hand being clasped over my hand cuts it off. I don't know what to do. I don't struggle. I just stand there. Then, he whispers three simple words.
"Go to sleep~"

I open my eyes, and find myself being pinned to a bed by that murder. But how did I get here? Did I fall asleep? He did tell me to go to sleep...
He's holding a knife to my kneck with the hand he's not using to pin my down.
"Oh," he says, "you woke up." He pushes the knife against my neck, and it breaks my skin. Blood leaks from the wound. "I'll just have to make this quick."
I nod. I'm scared, but I won't show it. I swallow my fear, then start thinking about my family. My mother, father, and sister are all dead. My father died of cancer. I remember the night he died. It was the year The Hunger Games movie came out. We both loved that one song. What was it called? "Safe & Sound"...? Yes, that's it. My father sang that song to me before he left me.
The murderer looks puzzled.
"Why aren't you scared?" he asks.
"Because," I answer simple, "I'm going home."
"What?" he asks. I put on a weak smile, then start singing the sweet, soft song.