Stranded In Horror

Chapter 1: The Foolish Stories Of Us

It was 1967, I just turned 24 years old along with my best friend Khalia and to celebrate it, we went on a trip to the wonderful beaches of California. Khalia have had a rough life and she wanted to let that pass and move on. She was just a little girl when she suffered of abuse in her home that caused her eating disorders because her parents thought that she was not worth it so, they did not care about the needs that a baby has and even a little girl. She had 5 brothers and 3 sisters, 9 total, counting her. She was the oldest and she took care of them like if they were her own.  Her mom had a serious drinking problem along with her dad and the caused hangover left serious consequences. Khalia along with her 8 brothers and sisters had to survive and she made a pact with herself that she was never going to be like them, but a sense of murder haunted her, she was tired to ask for help, she wanted everything to change right way and when she tried, things turned worse. Because of the pressure that she caused, she started being possessed by something that can’t be explained, when I saw it, I just freaked out and I’m still traumatized of that image of horror. Just for her luck, her dad killed himself when she was 8 years old, her mom got lung cancer because of her smoking problem and also cirrhosis given by her drinking problem, but she didn’t die because of that. Khalia killed her, three shots in her head and then her eight brothers and sisters were killed with one shot in the head each.  It went on the news for five months. When that happened she was just 12 years old.  Juvenile Detention, that’s where we met.  My life hasn’t been wonderful either, I will confess. I was bullied in elementary school, but in a terrible way, they hit me, cut me with pieces of wood in my arms and they even killed my dog. I was very angry and I wanted revenge. My dad owned a lot of weapons, because he loved to shoot at the birds when the haunting season began. I got two guns and planned the massacre of my classmates. I enjoyed a lot watching them die. It was nice to see them choke in their own blood or to watch the blood run from their miserable heads. I killed them and there was this specific girl that bothered me most, wow, I made her suffer like hell. I tied her to a chair in a class, and with a knife, I cut her legs leaving her with no skin. Oh man, she was suffering and that feel so good. When I finished with her legs, I started with her face. Ripping her chins, second by second, ripping her lips and even her nose. It was really annoying to hear her scream so I shot her in her neck, to shut her up.  After that, I stacked the knife right in her chest and I sat down and watched how she died slowly and painful. Oh and for the record I’m not mind ill, I suffered a lot after the massacre, I felt very guilty and I had trouble and the police had to send me to a psychiatrist and I had to drink all this pills. They sent me to jail twelve years and Khalia was there for twelve years too. We shared a lot of painful moments together but most of them were fun, except for the part that we were in jail. They released us on our 24th birthday, so we decided to travel. She has always told me that something haunted her, that she felt like something made her life a living horror and at first I thought she was paranoiac, but then I figured out she was not mind ill , she was right. When we got lost in that island, that thing that possessed her showed up. Every person has secrets but there is this special kind of people that has the deepest and terrifying secrets that can change someone else’s life in a minute. Don’t ever push secrets that aren’t meant to go out to the surface.