I was sitting in the living room as I heard the door open. I got up as fast as I could, past the few dead bodies on the ground, the news saying there is a killer on the loose. Once I get out of the house, I silently walk towards another unsuspecting house, ready for my next victim
I heard a strange crunching noise, so I shakily ripped the curtain from my window and screamed. A charcoaled beast with glowing orange eyes was tearing the flesh off of a human hand.
In my room, I laid still, afraid of what I could not see. There were noises coming from my closet, like an animal raging inside it, wreaking havoc. Slowly but surely, it came out, surely to end me. Though I didn't have a closet so am I seeing things or is it just my imagination?
The sound coming up the stairs became louder and closer. My heart was beating fast and then everything went silent. The shadows reflecting off the wall was starting to grow.
Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop. That sound. To me it was beautiful. Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop. Some people might think it was rain. But it's not. Plip. Plop. Plip. Plop. Blood.
I opened my eyes, my breath shaking from the nightmare I had. Thirst tore at my throat, so I tried to move, but I couldn't. Cold hands were restraining my wrists.
The doll stared back at me, beady eyes looking as if they were alive. Her dark, black hair fell over her shoulders, and she cocked her head, cracking it.
The look on her face faded as she looked around the room, seeing the bloody walls. Her eyes fell onto the ground, seeing a bloody knife on the floor. She remembered what happened hours ago.
