Harry's Father woke him up, screaming like a little girl. Harry thought to himself, 'Geez, sometimes I wish my Dad would just LEAVE.' He sighed, and walked downstairs to see what was going on. "Oh my god... Dad.. What happened to Mum?!" He said, freaking out.
"I just found her like this... Can you call 911? I left my phone upstairs in the bedroom." His Father told him, extremely serious. "Ok Dad, but try not to scream like a lady while I'm on the phone." Harry teased.
"Fine." Harry walked up the stairs to the bedroom, to find a blood-stained room, a bloody gardening knife on the bed, and his Father's phone on the bedside-table. 'What on earth..' He thought to himself. He phoned 911, and ran downstairs. That's when he noticed; the stairs were blood stained as well. 'Whoever did this is such a blatant serial killer...' He thought. He gave the phone to his Father, and left, for he didn't want to get into much drama.
He got a text message from Jerry. "Hey! Meet me at the park, I might be a bit late, though." So, Harry picked up his backpack and cycled to the park with a suspiciously weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Once he got there, he sat down on the bench, and waited. After about 5 minutes, he took out his water bottle for a sip, but just before he even got a single drop, he noticed there was an old man in a wheelchair right in front of him. He was smiling. "Uh.. How long have you been there, sir?" He asked suspiciously. The old man didn't respond. He just smiled creepily at him. Until Harry noticed he was holding the same bloody gardening knife as the one on the bed, the man stopped smiling and when he was about to throw it at him, Jerry pushed him away. The police were already there. The old man was taken away, to jail.
YOU ARE READING
Traitor
HorrorThis book, is based on Harry, who has a friend called Jerry. This book may have a mixture of, Cannibalism, death, dreams, and maybe the slightest comedy. Be warned, humans. Aliens is what you are about to witness.
