The atmosphere felt quite different ,usually the house would be ear banging , but today seemed off , the uncle next door was sleeping on the rocking chair as usual and his wife would be playing the piano at this time but today she didn't seem to do so.
Shaun walked slowly on the pavement, maybe his family had gone somewhere, explains why the house is silent.
I approached the door, it had a nasty familiar smell, I almost slipped, hanging on the handle of the door I tilted my head downwards, it was blood I was certain but then again, blood , no way , it cant be blood , it just cant be blood or it could be, I consoled myself by thinking 'it's just a prank maybe it's goat blood dad must have slaughtered it.
Shaun opened the door the lights went off . Making him scream , anyone else would gone and come over another time, but for this kid curiosity gained the upper hand , he took closer steps inside aiming to reach the switch of the bulb, he stepped on something and kicked it just to see what it was.
He screamed again.
He reached his bag to take out to the torch and he switched it on ... His pale face turned more pale , he started screaming 'HELP'
His father was lying on the floor with blood a long way until it trespassed the door,
'CRACK'
I felt my mouth open, I was in awe, too frightened to scream ,
I now regreted lifting my face , in the dark a a darker image, a shadow from the sides swiftly transformed into reality.
The gender was indefinable , I felt that he was a man , my life was surrounded by girls that even in the dark my feelings told me his gender.
His appearance was darkly dressed, the man wore a red hood , the features of his face was almost not visible just the small outline of his nose.
I was scared to death. I ran, Just ran.. I didn't care to where ....
I ran sideways in the house where i hid in a locker , my heart was pumping itself as fast as light...
Shaun could hear small steps which grew loud and louder until it stopped , he gave a sign of relief .
But that one sound was enough , the door of the locker was forced open and a hand which held a long thin knife approached closer, Shaun could see the shine that reflected dark , the knife was already dripping in blood ,
" BLOOD OF YOUR FATHER LIES ON THIS BLADE AND SO SHALL YOURS". His voice was hoarse.
The man swinged the pointed edge at Shaun , and stabbed him aiming for heart but missed and instead hit his hand, Shaun had driven his hand out by his reflexes.
Outside the sound of the police got loud , very loud . The man backed away and vanished into the darkness.
Shaun clearly saw his face at that movement ,
Pale white with scars on his eye extending to his cheek , blood was over his mouth and he had a nasty breath .
The police crashed into the house and brought huge bulbs with them on, after a while they confronted me but I couldn't speak I was too deep in shock .
YOU ARE READING
RUSTED BLOOD
Mystery / ThrillerA young boy is being haunted by someone who maybe a serial killer nevertheless he tries to escape knowing he can't its his unfortunate destiny that, that someone wont let go.
