Evander finds himself waking up on the couch wrapped in Mrs. Ebony's arms. He turns and looks at her with his face being only centimeters from his. She's asleep. All the candles are still burning and he can still hear the jazz music playing upstairs. Next to the front door he sees his clone standing over one of the lit candles by the window. It's grinning face flickered in the candle light. It waves it's hand in trying to tell Evander to follow him. Evander reluctantly gets up, carefully unwrapping Mrs. Ebony's arms from around him. She stays asleep. His clone leads him to the front door. Evander swipes his hoodie off the hook and slowly creaked the door open trying not to wake Mrs. Ebony. His clone walks outside and looks at the full moon still shining in the sky. Evander follows.
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Evander was lead to a house that was located right down the street from his old home. It confused him. Why are we here? He thought, following the clone on the porch. He's lived on this street for a long time, yet he didn't think he's ever met who ever lives in this house - or did he?
Right then and there a vivid flashback starts. He was ten years old, being chased by a dog - in front of this house. The owner sat on the porch watching and grinning, not bothering to help. It was a short young woman sitting on the porch. She had short brown hair that extended down to her ears, and she laughed as the dog bit Evander in the leg. As soon as Evander fell to the ground and started crying the woman stood up and walked back in her house and just left him there. He ended up getting a few stitches because of that. To this day he still suffers minor pains in that leg.
Evander snaps back into the present while angry. He saw his clone in front of him grinning, as if it was him who caused Evander to get the flashback. The clone pushed the doorbell button and vanished in thin air. Evander gazed around to see if he'd find the clone standing somewhere else. It was gone.
He stood and waited, still angry because of the vivid memory. He heard someone's voice behind the door. It sounded soft and feminine. A woman's voice.
"Who the hell is at my door this time of night?" he heard the woman say behind the door. The door swung wide open after seconds. It was the same woman that he'd just seen in his flashback.
"Umm, okay may I help you?" she says vehemently.
He doesn't respond, he stars back at her furiously.
"Dude, what you want?!" the woman exclaimed.
She grew more frustrated as every sentence she spoke was ignored. Evander drew his knife.
"Hey idiot! I'm already pissed that I even came and opened the door for your ass at this time of night, so don't just stand here and ignore me when you're the one who came ringing my doorbell at two in the morning!" she yelled.
Evander reached forward and wrapped his hand around her neck.
"H-hey, w-chat are you doing!" she choked.
She threw her arms and legs at him, trying to break free from his deadly constriction.
"H-help c-me!" she barely choked out, coming close to unconsciousness .
Evander stabbed her in the stomach with the knife. She tried to let out a scream but could only let out a blood gushing cough. Blood erupted from her mouth as Evander glanced down and watched it dripping on the porch. He could feel her warm blood trickling over the hand he had around her neck.
"Oh yeah, that's it," He whispers.
He pulled the blade out of her gut and drove it deep into her right eye socket, splitting her eye ball in half and driving the blade deeper into her brain. A little more blood splattered across his face. He stuck his tongue out and tried to taste it.
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Evan
Horror'She could hear his dog tags jingling as he walked. The blood dripping knife she saw in his hand had her paralyzed in her own fear. That look he had in his eyes was almost demonic. She's never seen him like this before.' Evander loves his parents li...
