Creepypasta ramblings

Death, awaits

Ashley's POV
The sky had gotten very dark by now. I could hear thunder and see lightning. Luckily the power didn't go out. Yet. I'm sitting on my couch, watching tv. Suddenly the lights turn off. "Dang it!" Crash! I look towards the stairs, hearing the crash from upstairs. "What was that?" I walk over to the bottom of the stairs. "Hello?" I hear a faint growl. I walk up the stairs, slowly. The house is silent now except for the creaking stairs. I get to the top and try to figure out which direction it's coming from. I hear a quieter crash, coming from the bedroom. I push open the door and see the window broken, with glass all over the floor. I go on edge, scanning the room. Then I feel something hit my head. I turn around, losing my balance to see an oddly shaped figure in the doorway. It appears to have two giant black things around it. The lightning flashes. It's Andrea! She has wings and sharp fangs and red eyes. "Andrea, what... what happened? What are you?" I manage to speak. She doesn't answer, but gives me an evil smile. I back away from her as she gets her knife out. She lunges toward me and I kick the knife out of her hand. She laughs and gets another. "Don't you think I'd have extra?" she says in a demonic voice. "Andrea, please stop." Again, she laughs. I continue to back up. She quickly moves toward me again and I kick her ankle, taking her down. In return she stabs my leg. "OW!!!" I yell, kicking her in the face. She wipes some blood from the side of her mouth and gets up. "Don't fight now, little mortal." "Get away from me." I demand. She shakes her head and slowly walks toward me. I slide back until I feel a sharp pain in my hands. I look behind me at my hands and see they're bloody. Then I notice the glass stuck in them. I'm in front of the window. Andrea, or whatever she is now, notices and looks amused. Throwing her knives aside, she says "This'll be more fun." She picks up a big piece of glass, careful not to cut her own hand and kneels down over me. "Andrea, please. Please stop." I whine. She smiles and stabs me in the upper leg. I hold back tears of pain. Then she holds me down to the ground by my neck and drags the glass across my face, leaving a big cut. "Isn't this fun?" "No, no it's not. Now stop." I cry as she continues to cut me. "Goodnight, little mortal." she says, lifting her arm up. "NO!" I yell as she quickly moves it down, stabbing me in the heart.
Andrea's POV
I was sitting a dark room, glass in my hands, which was covered in blood. I start to panic 'Who is it? Ashley, or Helen?' I'm scared to look down, I do anyway. And muffle a few sobs. There was Ashley, blood soaking her front, and a cut right in the middle of her heart. Then I remember sometime in my insane state stabbing two other people, Hoodie, and Helen "I'm so sorry." I start to cry, repeating that same sentence. Then the door opens "Ashley are you okay? Andrea went nuts." All sane and reasonable thoughts leave my head. "These fuckers better leave now." I growl and grab my knife.