Footprints

Chapter 2

There they were. Bloody footprints all over the floor. I screamed again. The smell of rotting flesh overpowered my nostrils, enough to make me vomit. Splatters of dried blood coated the walls making them a dark brown colour. I sprinted out of the room at the speed of light and splashed through the puddles of vomit and blood. It was almost in slow motion, and thoughts were bubbling through my head like a witches caldron. How did they get there? What is happening?

I pushed the door open and my mum was at the door on the other side. She must have heard me scream. She saw me covered in puke and ran into my room. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. I expected my Mum to scream as I did, and call the police, but she didn't. I walked out of the bathroom and into my room. She was cleaning up vomit and nothing else.
"WHAT?!" I said out loud.
"Maybe you had too much for dinner last night" she stated, ignoring my question.
"But that's not fair, there were bloody footprints all over the floor and my walls were covered in blood and it smelt like flesh!" I stated, desperately. She just shook her head and sighed.
"School day," she added. And walked out. Wow.

I put my school uniform on and trudged down to the bus stop. I sat next to Nova without asking. She looked as scarred as me. After 10 minutes of sitting in silence, she finally broke the ice.
"What's wrong?"
"My room this morning was filled with bloody footprints. You?"
"My house was trashed. Windows were broken. Glass covered the floor and I was covered in blood."
That's awful. I have that strange feeling again, like someone was watching me. A chill ran down my spine as I realise that Nova's incident this morning might have a link with mine

We didn't talk at all. Our horrid art teacher, Miss Lanes, was calling out the register. When she was halfway down, she called the name...
"Danny Millard?"
"Here Miss" There isn't anyone in our class called Danny Millard. Everyone looked at him and Miss Lanes Announced that he had just joined our class. He was dressed in black; black hoodie, black trousers and black trainers. His brown hair was in a quiff under his hood. I noticed a splash of blood on his face. Maybe he might be the... no, he's not. He couldn't be.

At home time, he was on our bus. He sat alone. When Nova got off the bus, he sat there watching me. It was really uncomfortable so I was in a hurry to get off of the bus when it was my stop. He got off at my stop. We trudged down my road in silence. Was he following me? He turned and walked onto a driveway. No. It can't be...
He was my next door neighbor?
I rushed into the house. My mum wasn't home yet. I got up to my room and read a book. I looked out of my window. His bedroom window was opposite mine. He was reading the same book. I looked at him in shock and he was a bit weirded out, so he closed the curtains. I turned on the tv and a news reporter came up on the screen.
"Breaking news. Four murders were committed last night. We don't know any information about the killer except what he looks like. Here is a rough police sketch now." I stared at the screen. It showed a picture of the face of Danny Millard. What?
"He seemed to have moved to a different town. If you see him, please contact the police" Then I heard a muffled scream come from outside...