Alone

Who is it?

At the party

"It's not as nice as I would have liked it but it seems you had slaked off this time." Barb said in a harsh whisper. There were way too many people here for only a 2 story house I guess you could call it. I bet there was at least 5000 people here. The DJ kept playing "Summer Time Sadness" it's not even summer yet. it's in April. And the DJ just keeps switching songs when they are like 1/4 in to the song. Frustrating. People are making out in the corners and doing stuff I can't even talk about right now. It's just like... wrong. So yeah it was just a boring old stupid party.

On Sunday

The sisters, Barb and Gary all go to church while I clean up from last nights party. There is just all over the floor puke and drool. Enough of it to go skating in your bare feet. Eww squishy! I'm down on my hands and knees scraping some dried up blood off of the ground when I find a note is says,

"You have to look at the BIG picture." what the hell does that mean. I go over with a bucket and a very large spoon and start scooping puke into it. When I realize. Wait!! I run up to the up stairs to the balcony and look down. With the blood it spells,

"Death." Oh god well now what. I write it down on a piece of paper for later. I go back down and continue to scrape the dried blood off the ground. But now I feel like I'm being watched and I scrape faster and faster I scrape a little bit of the cheap gray tiling off the ground Im looking around to see but I see no one. Come on Jen your just playing tricks on your self I say to myself. Just then I see a black figure run across the window outside. I scream in terror. I run up stairs. I hear the door open and soft foot steps coming up the stairs. My hearts pounding I'm trapped. I grab a wooden cane and am ready for combat. The anticipation is killing me on the inside. I want to scream so bad but I won't I could always jump off the railing and just hope to land in some puke to cushion the landing. But it's a long way down. I can hear the squeak of the steps as he is walking up. Oh God I should have wrote my will. Death the word rang in my mind. It haunted me. Death, Death, Death, Death, Death.

The masked mystery man in black is at the other side of the hall I must look pretty pathetic with a wooden cane in my hands using it as a weapon. He inches his way closer. I back up a step and hit the cream colored wall. Trapped. He's making his way closer. You can just see his hands, eyes and mouth. I hold up my cane as defense. He snickers. I make my death prayer to God and then jump off the railing and as I look up he takes off his mask. Then I black out. But now I know who it is.

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