Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27582895-20170122034006

(This is a new version of a pasta I posted earlier.)

It was a normal night in January. Except in our house. There, nothing is normal: insane killer FNAF-obsessed older brother, creepy cat, and my brother's "art" all over his bedroom walls. During the day, he was any other 15-year-old, but at night, things got creepy. He would roam the house in a handmade - and crappy - Freddy mask and look for me. He always made the same threats: shooting me with Dad's gun, scooping out my innards, and then selling them to cannibals on Craigslist.

I'll admit, I stopped being scared of him after a while. But I immediately regretted letting my guard down one night. That night, I heard my mother's screams, so I went to check. I found a bloody mess, but her body was gone... I ran back to my bedroom in tears. I finally cried myself to sleep, but my brother didn't haunt the place like normal.

The night after that - Tuesday night, I heard my dad screaming. Again, I went to see, and again, just a bloody mess. His gun was missing, but I assumed my brother had taken it and went back to my bedroom. Again, I cried, but I didn't fall asleep until about 3 in the morning.

It felt weird being the only person - besides my brother - who was left in the house. Wednesday night, my best friend Hannah and I were having our weekly Cupcakefest. Suddenly, all the lights in the house went off. It was a pure blackout.

Then I heard someone - most likely my brother - humming Freddy's jingle from FNAF. The mask flickered as if someone was repeatedly flashing a flashlight on it. All at once, the humming stopped abruptly. Hannah and I braced ourselves.

Let me tell you, my brother got the shock of his life when he found his lifeless little sister and her best friend. 