Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26018970-20150131082154

It was a horrible snowy day. I sat and stared out of my bedroom window, looking at the dull land. Everything was still and silent. That was until I saw a dark figure emerge from behind a bush, clutching a huge sharp knife in their hand. I looked at my phone. I was thinking of taking a picture of this figure but when I looked up, everything was still and silent again. The figure was gone.

That night I couldn't stop staring out the window. I was frightened that the figure would come back. I tossed and turned in my bed, failing to fall asleep. My eyes were glued to the window no matter how hard I tried to look away. '' Nothing is going to happen out there. It was my imagination'' I whispered to myself.

An hour later, I finally forced myself to look away from the window. The figure didn't apper again in that hour. I was relieved it was my imagination but astonished I'd imagine such a thing.

The next day, my friend Juliet was coming for a sleepover. I was extremly excited. I ran downstairs to get ready but as I rushed down the stairs, my mum was standing there, shaking her head. We need to discuss something she muttered quietly.

 There were things on the news about a murder across the road at the house near thee bushes. my mum sadly told me, looking at me with a worried face. That house was Juliet's house that was across the road. Not only was I gutted because my best friend was killed but also because I wasn't imagining the figure. They were real. Erm, I need to go and look on the internet and see how far this has spread I lied, running up to my room. '' Sweetie, please. I know it's...'' my mum started to say before I slammed my door.

I checked to see if Google Images had any images of the figure. There were none. I read news articles to see if anyone had spotteed the killer. Nobody had. All the articles called the killer 'The Winter Killer'. I cried. I knew if I told everyone I saw the killer, I'd get them even more worked up.

A few nights passed. They were full of nightmares and murders. People on our street and across the road were being killed, their bodies found on the floor, staining the carpet with blood and filling the air with a deadly stench. I kept checking to see if anyone had spotted the Winter Killer. Nobody had.

One night, I sat in bed and stared out the window. I heard footsteps and loud breathing. I curled into a tight ball as quick as possible. The figure approached me. I uncurled as it pulled it's hood down. I realised... It was me.

I couldn't think how this was possible. Suddenly, it hit me. I must've been astral projecting every night. No wonder I felt cold every morning. I was actually out there, killing those innocent people while my spirit watched me. I thought my spirit was me but it wasn't. The Winter Killer was me. I stopped astral projecting and found myself in the body of the killer, the real me. At least in the mornings I wasn't astral projecting. I was ashamed of myself for killing killing innocent people like my best friend Juliet. I fell to my knees and cried. HHow could I be unaware it was me until now? I was too used to thinkin my spirit was the real me, sitting in my room. I knew I'd have to do something to stop myself from killing any more people.

I managed to stop astral projecting, or at least I think I have and I have stopped murdering people. I don't feel freezing in the mornings. Nobody ever found out it was me. So I may have been The Winter Killer but I've changed. Or am I still out there, looking for my next victim, unaware that I'm still killing... 