User:ForeverAProxie

My grandma always told me one thing when we visited her. Never look out of the windows on nights the tide was cold and the wind brought fog from the harbor. Especially through the window with the red glass. Now that was when I was a little girl. My sister was about twelve years old at that time and made my stand by her as she looked through the window. She got paler... and paler... and paler as her eyes dulled. She turned around and walked out of the room, I felt scared. Rooted to the spot. I heard her walking down the stairs before I hesitantly followed. She walked into the kitchen and opened one of the drawers, she slowly pulled out a knife with a hair thin, three inch blade, watching the light reflect off of the blade for a second before she stuck her tongue out, me frozen with fear, and also curious as to what my sister was doing. She took her tongue between her pointer finger and thumb before raising the knife. With one quick swipe of her arm, she cut her tongue off. It fell and hit the ground with a sickening smack. She didn't make a sound. Blood gushing onto the floor. I screamed. Her dull, darkened eyes snapped to me and she charged at me at full speed, tackling me and stabbing my stomach. I laid still, letting out silent whimpers. She got off of me and looked at the knife, having pulled it out of my stomach. My parents rushed downstairs. She plunged the knife into her eye, my father paled. Getting slightly green as he grabbed her, pulling the knife out of her eye and throwing it across the room. My mother was calling an ambulance, crying hysterically. My father was trembling. He usually looked so strong, but then? He was weak. My sight started to get blurry, blood pooling around out of me. I saw my grandma, standing in the doorway with a sad shake of her head. That was sixteen years ago. I'm twenty one. Lucky to be alive. Single. Not even a dog to keep me company. My grandma had left the house to me. I had just finished unpacking and moving into the house. Shivering at the chilling atmosphere. I could still see that night in my nightmares. I look around the house, wandering goallessly. I reached my old room and peered in slightly, sighing as I saw it was empty. I saw only an old toy of my sister's, my hand instinctively going to the scar on my stomach. I chewed my bottom lip. I walked out of the room again, wandering around until my curiosity got the better of me. "I have to know what made her go crazy..." I whispered to myself, then waited till nightfall. It was a cold night. Fog rolling over the treetops. I waited till midnight, shivering as it got colder and colder in the house. When the clock struck twelve, I got up and slowly went to the attic that had the window with the red glass. I went to the window and peered through, my forehead against the cool glass. I see fog. My heart rate slowed. I saw shadows, they were dancing around. My blood pounded in my ears. They came closer, They surrounded me. Everything. Went.. Black...