You'll Understand Why

I made my way downstairs, but just before I got to the front door, my breath caught. The letter it was on my dining room table, taunting me, teasing me with all the unspoken fears that filled the silence of the room. The letter's very presence drew massive amounts of fear from me, all because it never made any sense, why did these letters always find me? where did they come from?, and the newest and most important question; How did it get in?

I walked closer to the letter my hand stretched out to grasp the tiny slip of paper. As I drew nearer to the paper, I felt a tingle slide down my spin almost as if someone were watching me. In the back of my head, every horror flick I'd ever seen played over and over again on replay, I gulped picking the paper up as I unfolded it, on some level I knew I was overreacting the words on the paper hadn't changed once, I knew what it said, but I never could figure out what it meant. I looked down reading the words that seemed oh so familiar to me. 'He's alive and he's waiting for you.' Closing my eyes, I inhaled sharply releasing a quiet exhale through my nose. Shaking my head I put the letter back down intending to make breakfast; I never made it to the kitchen.

Just as I moved to turn around I felt a hand wrap around my neck and mouth, turning around I gave out a muffled gasp my eyes widening. Seeing my father smiling down at my with a sadistic grin I felt a sharp pain and suddenly I was left to darkness.