User:Tabicat5000

Hi, my name's Katrina or Kat for short. I just need to tell someone about an experience I had a few years ago, and this seemed like the best place to do it. You see, my family was killed and I would tell them first if I could. It all started on a day like any other. I woke up, ate breakfast, go to school, come home, then eat dinner and go to sleep. This was my daily schedule, until she, or he, or whatever it was killed them all. My mom woke me up, because I forgot to set my alarm and was late to school. I didn't have time to eat, so I just left. In class we were learning about shapes and crap like that. I was bored and started to daydream. I thought to myself, what ever happened to my childhood, with imaginary friends and swings. Then it occurred to me, I have no friends, I'm so shy and should start making friends. I went home and had no homework so I went straight to my room. I went on my computer and noticed I had an email. I had no clue who it was, I don't like shopping, I have 0 friends, I don't like restaurants, and didn't really talk to family. I open the email to find it was from Puppy, my old best friend from like, preschool. Her real name was Penelope but I always called her Puppy. The subject of the email was called death to them all. It had stated something about a lot of disappearances around town, humans of all age, gone. I wrote back and never got a reply. I called her family just to hear that she had been missing for months. I went downstairs to tell my mom, and she asked where my little brothers Grant and Max went. I started thinking everyone was going to scare me and throw a party or something. But why would there be a party? My birthday was five months ago and there's no holidays. I just left it alone and went to school again the next day. Then my stomach had a weird feeling in class. I go to the nurse and faint. I wake up in the hospital. I fall asleep. I wake up in my bed, with a lot of DO NOT CROSS tape going around my house. I go downstairs and ask a cop what was going on. He said "You're awake, good, I hate to break the bad news to you, but your parents were found dead in the living room." I asked the cause of death and he said there was many bite marks and scratches, and a knife stuck in both of the bodies. He told the SWAT team to take me to the police department. They sent me back home, which in my opinion, was really dumb. They left for the night and I fell asleep. I woke up, to find Puppy glaring at me, her eyes black as night, her lips covered in blood, her nails filed to a point, also covered in blood. "Hello, friend, you haven't called, you never texted, and you sure as hell never visited.", she said in a serial killer like whisper. She pulled out a knife and said that I should come to her slumber party. I asked when, where, and who was going. She just said I was her only friend. But, I looked closer, it wasn't Puppy. It was a thing of some sort wearing the skin of Puppy's face as a mask. It didn't look that human actually. It had really big, sharp teeth. It noticed I didn't reply and realized I'm looking closely. It charged at me with the knife and I jumped out of bed and ran. I went outside and straight to the police department. They kept me in a locked down room, with a metal soundproof door. A few weeks later, they let me out and took me to the Witness Protection Program. But the sight of my old best friend's bloody face stitched onto a person, or thing, was fried in my mind and I was crying as I got my hair cut off and got a new wardrobe. I will never forget that day, or night, ever in my life.