Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27582895-20170121175641

My brother is what a lot of you would call... Insane. During the day, he acts like any other teenage boy, but at night, he roams the house looking for me. He threatens that if he finds me, he'll shoot me, scoop out my innards, and hide them. I don't know his motives, but then again, it's near impossible to understand the motives of the insane.

The only reason my brother still lives with us is because my mother refuses to let her eldest live in the nuthouse for the rest of his life. I've tried to explain to my friends and family that he wants to kill me, but they pass it off as imagination.

One night, I was inside my bedroom - the only place in the house my brother won't enter. My best friend Hannah and I were reading books and looking at pictures of cute dogs. Suddenly, the lights went off. All of them.

A face appeared at the door. It was a Freddy mask... It flickered to the tune of what sounded like someone humming-

Freddy's jingle.

Hannah and I braced ourselves, knowing what was coming. 