Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26416562-20150608205652

Hi, I'm Samantha. I go to Hollywood Elementary, and I'm in counseling. Most people think I act weird and look weird too. I have an ugly smile, and my hair is bright red and I have freckles. I also have blue eyes and very pale skin. Oh well, at least I get good grades.

I get home every day to hear strange noises in the basement. I laugh at the thought of what id going on down there. It can be hard to imagine, although I spend most of my time down there. The time I don't spend down there is the time I use to draw pictures, usually ghosts. I just love horror.

My mom then usually would call me down to the basement. I would get down to that room and usually find my mom smiling. We talked for a bit, and then we ate some sandwiches she had made. This was the life.

My father was a construction worker. It's a really good job now. He supplied the money since my mom was jobless. He was paid pretty well. That is how we can afford our stuff. Did I forget to mention we lived down a long path in the woods? No neighbors, but still close enough to the school to ride my bike there.

Anyway, let's get back to the original conversation. After the sandwiches, we would go to a room in the basement with muffled screams. You see, my mom would pick up people in the soup kitchen, telling them she would drop them off at their house. Instead, she would bring them to our place and tie them down. That's why we needed to be in the woods. We didn't want to have any unexpected guests. I shouldn't be getting off topic though.

She would hand me a pair of box cutters, and we would sit on a stool in front of the unfortunate visitor. We would sit there, taunting him. We would shout threats, toy with his mind. Usually, would put the box cutters inches from the eye of the person, making them wince. My favorite part is when they would scream as if someone would save them.

Then after my adrenaline was pumped, my mom told me to go outside of the room. Sometimes I would protest, but she stood firm. If only dad would join us, but he said he was too busy. After I left the room, I would he loud screams, usually lasting for a whole five minutes. Maybe sometime in the near future, I can participate in the last bit. It is after all, the family business. 