I was hiding behind a bush., watching my family. They looked so peaceful, now that they got rid of me. But I still love them. Don't i? Of course I do! I DO! Anyway, my family comes down, to eat. The smell of hot dogs his me, and I lick my lips, tasting the metallic taste of blood. I wonder why it's there? I then make my move. I knock, and since the dinner room is too far away for anyone to hear a scream at the door. As the door opens, i see my dad standing there. I lean against the door frame, my red hoodie, darkened by that dam blood I can't remember.
"Hi dad! What's for dinner? Ohhhh! Hotdogs? Awesome! " I let out a maniacal laugh, before glaring and shoving a dagger into his stomach, brining it up and down. I twist the knife, until finally, he stiffens, the life tearing away from his eyes. Suddenly, i felt nausiaus. Buy it only lasted for a second. I held him up, making him stand against me, making it look like he's alive. I walk into the room, and no one notices the blood or me. As i sit down, i throw dad on the floor, kicking him away. Everyone looks up startled. We had a small family, of 4. Me, my little Bro, mom and dad. now 3 left. Narrowed down to 2 as I threw a knife at moms forehead, and smile as it embedded itself into her skull, penetrating her brain. I looked over to Marcus, who was too startled to move. I laugh, before walking up to him, an axe behind my back.
"Look at that handsome face. Mine was like that too! im your older brother! Isn't that fun?! TELL ME IT'S FUN YOU MORON. " I snarl as I hack at his face over and over again. Nothing.
"Speak you douche! speak!" I yell, until bits of his flesh are handing off his face. I smile, as I drag everyone into their seats.
"This is lovely. Credits to you mom." No one replied. Dam it, wrong again, this wasn't my family! I had a little sister! Now I remember. Oh well, only 32 fails. Still, where dat blood come from? Ah well.
I grab the weapons and leave for my family. I heard the sirens behind me, but i didn't give a shit. I paused, then backed into the house, writing a message on the table.
I will find my family, and kill them, you know I will. When I do, then I will come to you.
Whilst I was there, i grabbed the food, now sticky with crimson blood. It's ketchup I thought to my self, munching away.
YOU ARE READING
100% horror, myth or not.
Horrora series of events that will cause you to lose your sleep. And possibly your lives. (Jk, no chain mail, or anything like, "once you hear this story, she comes after you, because you know her secret." So chill.)
