I was walking down a path in the woods a mile away from my house. I was alone, cold, and tired. I wanted to go home but as I was about to turn back, I heard a bloodcurdling scream. The screaming sounded like it came from about half a mile from where we were walking. “What-” I turned to the source of the screaming and debated running towards the scream. It was a hard battle but I was a nice person, who always helped if I sensed danger. I began to run as fast as I could towards the scene as my ears practically were searching here there and everywhere to find the source of the screaming. It didn’t take long to find the screaming, however, and the outcome wasn’t what was looking for.
There I found my mother, drenched in blood. The sight was horrifying; chunks were missing from her limbs, there was a large cavity in her chest, revealing her inner organs, chunks missing from her hair. The sight made me want to throw up. And the worst part was, I couldn’t move. It was as if I was stuck to the floor. Then I realised, she was being dragged by somebody. He looked just a few years older than me, his eyes looked perfectly circular and you could only just make out his expression.
A smile.
But not a natural smile, it was artificial, as if it had been carved into his cheeks.
Other people were stood with him, I think, but only one other I could see. He was dressed in green, sort of like an elf suit. That was all I could make out, as a green mist was lighting up his outfit slightly. Then he noticed me and--
………..
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
I shot up, only to fall back down again. This was the third time this week I have had that dream, and I still wish to know who the two guys involved in the murder of my mother were. I rolled around on my bed, my hand lightly slamming the table that my alarm clock was placed on. Five times I slammed down on the table, attempting to turn off the alarm clock and all of them resulted in failure. I opened my right eye slowly, only to see that the alarm clock I was aiming for had been moved to the other side of my bed side table. I wondered who would have moved it, but do I care? No. I’ll move it back.
I stood up and looked at the time once more. “9:30am… wow I got my full eight hours…” I chuckled to myself and grabbed my towel slowly. I walked into the bathroom, and jumped into the shower. Usually I’m very quick when it comes to showers, but I needed to think more about my dream. I jumped out after my long-ass shower and walked into my room, dressing quickly into my normal attire, which was a pair of boot-leg blue jeans and a cute top, then dried my long, wavy, mousy brown hair. I wouldn’t call myself the prettiest girl in the world, but I was happy with how I looked. I had deep brown eyes that twinkled when the light touched them at the right angle, a small nose, a small mouth and freckles. I had no spots either, so I guess you could say I looked younger than I was. I am 18, but I’ve been told on multiple occasions that I looked at least 15.
I stared in the mirror for a moment, figuring out if I should every change anything about myself, but like always, I thought, Nah. Anyway, I walked downstairs and parked myself in front of the TV. The TV was on the news channel, and I tried looking around for remote but it was nowhere to be seen. A got on all fours, trying to see if the remote was between the couch cushions, but as I was searching, a news report popped up about a string of murders in the area, all by a man called “Jeff the Killer”. I slowly stopped searching and sat down to hear about the report. The features looked familiar, quite like the guy from my story, well, one of them. I was getting quite into the story, so into it, however, that I didn’t hear footsteps behind me.
Just before they named one of the previous murders, I heard a voice behind me. The voice sent chills down my spine, but lifted my spirits at the same time.
“Hey, my buddy’s on TV!”
I wanted to turn around, but part of me was afraid of who or what was behind me. Instead, I whispered, “who are you…?”
I almost heard him smirk and he whispered back “a childhood friend.”
I slowly turned my head, curious to see what the person behind me meant.
then my eyes widened at who was in front of me
It was the other guy from my dreams, only I could see him clearer. He had dark eyes, with a strange liquid that strangely resembled blood leaking from them. His smile was crooked and a little creepy. But he looked like somebody, from a game I think.
He looked like…
“link!”
I smirked, as he came flying towards me, before realising what was going on but before I could do anything he went to slice at my throat and—
