Suddenly, my door was thrown open and an insane, armed man charged into the room and smiled wickedly. I did what any 15 year old girl would do: I screamed. He, of course, had me cornered within seconds.
Well, that was stupid of me to yell, obviously.
"I'm sure we could make some kind of ultamatum here, please? W-what do you-"
That's when he put the barrel of the gun to my head. I sucked my breath in and let out a low sob. I knew I was going to die. I closed my eyes.
Seconds that felt minutes passed by before he, finally, spoke. I couldn't make out much of what he said, but what I believe he said was:
"You know what I want? Revenge."
Revenge for what?
I began crying harder. Black mascara, the color of soot, ran down my cheeks and soaked my shirt. I barely registered the sound of the cocking of the gun. I had seconds of my life left.
5..
4..
3..
2..
He spoke again. He sounded restrained, complete unlike the killer that came in moments ago.
"She deserves this. She really does."
..1
Bam.
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Horrorthe story of a girl who discovers the easiest way to find out who you are is to become a ghost.
