The murder of 5

How did we end up here?

Sierras POV:

As the police said they would try to find out who did this I didn't say anything. I couldn't let this get around. As I was about to walk back inside I heard a noise coming from my back yard. To be fair my backyard is like a graveyard an it's pretty scary so no one really goes back there. Any ways, I walked to back and saw a tall figure walking, well sprinting, away. Me being dumb me followed. It's was 4:30 A.M who was in my back yard? I told my mom that I couldn't go back to sleep and I was gonna take a 'walk'. I followed who ever was there to a old house down the street. I walked behind slowly so he or she wouldn't see me. As I got closer I started to wonder if anyone even lived here. I followed the person till they turned around I walked pasted them like I was just walking.

"Hello?"

I turned around and saw that this person was closer to me

"H-hello"

"Who are you?"

"Oh I was just walking-"

"I said who are you not what you where doing"

"I-I'm Sierra. I live down the block."

"Why where you following me"

"I wasn't"

"Liar"

"look I wasn't following you and I'm just going back now"

"No you aren't"

With that he grabbed my wrist and tied them together. I started to scream and kick. He put his hand over my mouth.

"Make any noise and you die"

I still kicked and tried get away. But he was too strong. He pulled me into the house and locked the door

"Let me go!"

"No. I'll un tie you but go into the base ment. "

"NO"

"Fine. Then I'll take you down there myself."

I couldn't make out this persons face. It was too dark to tell. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked him but he didn't move. When we got to the basement he set me down. It was dark and cold.

"Stay here. If you move I will kill you"

I stayed. I didn't want to die.

He came back moments later and tied my hands back together. I was sick of this guys shit.

He turned the lights on and took his hood off. That's when I saw his face.

It was Michael.

I almost fell to the floor when I saw who it was

"MICHAEL LET ME GO"

"Shut the fuck up"

I heard the door open and saw him. He was wearing a long black coat and black skinny jeans. With black boots. He was bald and had a look on his face that was like the person you would see in movies, trying to kill you.

"You got her?"

"Yes sir"

"Who are you"

"I'm tom hendals. I run this house"

"Why did you take me"

"Your father, he's a therapist right?"

"Yes"

"Well, one the boys in this house wants help. Mentally"

"No. My father isn't taking in one of your psychos!"

"Sweetie. Yes he will. I called him and he said luke could come in on Sunday. If it works out, every Sunday. Now, I don't want luke to get mental help. I need him to still be my number one killer. But he's still going. Now, why I have you here is that you are going to go into his room, tell him he is allowed in your home where your father works. And then I will let you go."

"He tried to kill my family"

"Do it. And I'll let you go"

Authors note: I litterally wrote this in the bath for an hour