Demon Inside my Sister

The Search

I go on Google and I search only keywords; local, break-in, murder, Carrie James.

Lots of stuff come up including a photographer that also happens to be named Carrie James, different murders that happened on the other side of the world, and local bake sales. -So practically nothing.

I decide to go to the police station, to see if they have any leads that they opened up to the public. When I arrive, the lady at the front desk seems very busy, but I think this is to important to wait. I ask her "excuse me? do you have any leads in the Carrie James murder?"

No answer.

I said it again it this time louder "Excuse me?? do the police have ANY leads in the Carrie James murder??"

Still no answer. The stuck-up lady clearly heard me. she rudely gestured me to leave.

I was mad. I wanted to strangle her throat until she couldn't breathe and the let go at the last moment just so I could watch her gasp for air. it would be so wonderful to see some one puke blood and the watch the hell hounds smell it and rip out their heart and eat it. tearing it apart. bit by bit.

Oh my god! what am I thinking! this is not me! I am not like this! I am a good caring person! I hear this ringing sound in my ears and I decide to leave. I am getting nowhere!

I leave and when I get back to the pit they call a motel, I notice really how bad it is. It has the siding falling off, holes in the roof, and most of the windows are broken. I know it is only $50 a day, but seriously! Doesn't this place have health standards?

By this time the ringing in my ears went away, but I got a really bad headache.

My key got stuck and the door handle wouldn't open, I forgot this mortal body isn't as strong as my previous vessel. I walk over to the main part of the building and it starts to rain. all the doors are on the outside, so I got all wet.

The owner of the cheap motel looked surprised I was there... as if he forgot he rented me ( or anyone ) a room. he was an awkwardly tall person he had black hair that was cut short and sprinkled with dandruff. he wore an old tee-shirt that said 'Blanksy's Motels' .

For some reason I wanted to reach down his thin little throat and pull out his intestines and stomach and fry them up- no. I will eat them straight so the blood can drop down my chin- Carrie!! Stop it! This is not you!

Hey- sorry for my short chapters! I update my story more often than other people so they are not as long... :/