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He walked along the cold, damp pavement. Each step leading toward the front door. Bill dreaded entering his house as he knew that there would be trouble. His older brother was also his roommate. That meant constant bullying and punches, which lead to loads of bruises and no escape.
He approached the steps and slowly ascended them, dropping his head lower to the ground. Bill reached the door, looked up for the first time today, and hoped somehow, his life would be different today. As if it was all just a dream. As if he wasn't alone. With a deep breath he opened the door.

A single envelope laying on the floor by his feet left him surprised. With the bad scribble-like handwriting, Bill thought it may have just been a stupid prank that his brother had set up, so kicked it aside. He dragged his feet up the stairs to his room, praying that his brother wasn't there.
The lack of booming music, gave him a small speck of hope. Maybe his brother wasn't at home. Maybe he went out? Placing his hand on the cold doorknob, he turned it, slowly opening the door. His brothers bed was empty. A small smile spread across Bills face. Maybe it was a good day after all. Slightly speeding up, he shouted down to his mum where his brother was. "He went out for the night and wouldn't be back until later." A bigger smile appeared on Bill's face.
Falling onto his bed, Bill stared at the ceiling. Just admiring the peace and quiet. He started drifting off, when his mum knocked quietly on the door. She gave him his envelope and told him that he should open it. He said he would, but still in the back of his mind, the lingering thought of what could be in it left him afraid to open it.
A few hours later, Bill looked over and saw the envelope. Sniggering at the awful handwriting on the front, he turned it over, realising that it was not quite bad enough to be his brothers. Inside, was a torn, worn out piece of paper. However, the stench of sewage left him throwing it onto his brothers bed, whilst he gagged at the putrid odour.

After dinner, Bill went back up to his room,
where he found the letter laying on top of his pillow. I could've sworn I left it on his bed. He thought to himself.

Bill opened the letter, not knowing the true horror that would face him by opening it.
There in blood, red as a ruby, thick a toothpaste read;

Bill,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your window was open,
So I came through,
Don't be afraid,
Please don't shout,
Because my favourite colour is red,
And I'm under your bed...

P xx

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