//murder house//

The thrill

I fluttered my eye's open, as the sun shot through the curtains. I turned around, and saw Zack staring at me. "Good morning," he said smiling, "morning" I said. He kissed me, and started getting out of bed. I pulled the sheets up as I started changing into my jeans and shirt. I went down stairs, and Zack making breakfast, "So what are we going to do today?" I asked. He turned around, his bare chest gleaming in the light. "Well I have to find a job, while you" he said putting a plate of eggs in front of me, and smiled. "Do whatever you please."

I got into The University of Los Angles, which was pretty close to our house. I finished up my eggs, and started organizing the house, since I took a year off college. I noticed some creepy things while I was decorating. There were thousands of paintings of things that symbolized death. This one that I found utterly disturbing, was one of thousands of people lying dead in huge pile of blood and gore, while one person is there smiling at them, as if he enjoyed death.

I threw them all into a box. I was regretting to go up into the attic, so I decided to go to the basement. I opened the door and started walking down the hollow steps. I heard whispers filling the air, as I quickly ran down to get it over with. As i put down the boxes i was startled to see the same curly haired boy, sitting on the floor in front of me. I screamed so loud i swear people down the street can hear me. He smirked, "Hey love, how are you?"

I froze in my place, "How are you here? This is my house. you are just a painting. im losing my mind." i mumbled, while pulling at my hair. "Well, babe. I'm real, and your not losing your pretty little mind love, im as real as it gets."