User:Katie rose

one day i was walking out into the rain, it was a horrible, bloody, misery day, i say. My dad just died 2 days ago, no one would tell me why. So i was going to the hospital to ask what might of happened to him. I got in my car and drove down Maple Street. I came to a stop sign seeing an old man crossing. It look liked my dad, but i knew it wasnt him. So as soon as he crossed, i drove away. Then another stop sign, I came to my self saying, "Oh my bloody 'ell!''. The od man was there again, he turned to me yelling saying, "You shouldnt say that, Young lady!", as my father woud say. He crossed, i drove away, this time a little bit faster. I came to another stop sign, withthe same guy! I got out of the car and walked up to him saying, "Okay, Sir, whats the game here? Are you trying to frighten me or something?! Leave me alone!" I plopped into my car driving of, shaking my head. I came to another stop sign, thank god the guy wasnt there anymore. But the mirror in my car tilted to the back seat. I slowly turned to look when the guy was in my car! Bleeding, he looked like he just got pulled out of a river or something! I ran out screaming for help in the rain, It was dark, i came to an alley. I knew i shouldnt be in there, but there was a small tiny house in the back. It look liked my dads old house hen i was little but i couldnt really tell. I walked slowly, silently, but a little bit fast. I came to the door, As soon as i was about to knock on th door i said, "Hello? Anyone---" I stopped talking, The door creeked open slowly. I blurted out, "Hello?" Next thing you know, The lights came on, I was terrified. So i walked up the stairs and walked into a room, It looked like my old room, i walked in, sure enough it was my old room. "What the hell is going on here!?", i said. I walked in more, i fell in a hole that was still there. I got up and looked around. I was in the cellar. Where my father would keep his art collections, and tools. I looked around. I had a strange feeling someone was watching me. I turned to look, the old geezer was there again. "Listen, i can call the cops if you dont leave me the fuck alone!", i said as he came closer. "Stop it!", i punch in the numbers 911. They didnt answer, all it said was,"Im home!" Like my father would say when he would come home after work when i was little. I dropped my phone and looked at the geezer crying, my tears turned into blood. "What the bloody 'ell are you doing to me? Why cant you just leave me alone!" i cried. He told me, "Why cant you see that its me, sweetheart? Am i that unnoticeable? Come and give daddy a hug. Im home again." As i walked closer, i felt unafraid anymore. I hugged him as he turned and looked norml. It was my dad. I could see and tell clearly now that it was him. The i saw in the mirror that his eyes turn bloody red, he took our a knife, he looked like a zombie! He whispered to me, "Your soul is mine.", he stabbed my back. I scream in horror. He stabbed my leg, i screamed in fright. He slabbed my stomach, i screamed in pain and sadness as tears of blood came down. I started coughing up blood. I layed there, dead, in a pile of bloud. I looked and i saw i was standing over my very own my body. He took my soul. Now....Since you have read this...Tonight, you will be murrdered by the one you love. Goodnight, and have a very bloody, gory dream.