Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30660757-20161202185531

I remember. I remember the time my sister became... A killer. Here's the story. Long ago, about 25 years ago, we were walking home from school on a bright sunny day. My sister was happy it was Friday. I was pretty excited too. Once we got home, we talked for awhile. Lydia told me she felt very sick and light headed. I told her to go lay down, but she refused. She then walked to the bathroom. After 5 minutes, I herd a long screech. I ran into the bathroom, and that's when happened. Her face was grey with blood everywhere. I started to laugh. I don't know why, there was nothing to laugh about. I couldn't control it. My lungs burst as I layed there, slowly dieing. And now, I Rome around dead as a deformed beast. They say that if you see Lydia, you will nonstop laugh until your lungs burst 