User:ShadowMND

Death Itself Okay, first off, hi my name is Illi. And I now have lived one my own for about 3 years now, having lost my only family left to monsters. I lost my brother, his name was Matt. He was always the person to look up to, always inspiring. Let me tell you the story of how I lost him, to not one, but two things I didn't even knew exsisted. We were at his house, playing Amnesia on his computer, that's when we heard a loudish, lightish knock on his front door. I went to go answer, but not without looking through the peephole first. I saw a girl, about the age 19, one year younger than my brother, she had black hair and mysterious grass green eyes, light cream skin, and a black dress. I yelled my brother's name, and he jogged over, his blonde hair falling in his face. He answered the door, and I about smacked my forehead. Who just opens a door without thinking twice?! My brother, that's who. She smiled sweetly, and I thought she looked kind. She asked if she could stay because her car had crashed and she could only fin dour house. I would have replied like 'okay lady, have you not seen the neighbors?!' But I held my tongue. She walked in and sat down on the couch. Right as her bottom hit the couch, my brother mauled her with questions, which she answered calmly. He asked her where she lived, and some other personal questions, she polietly declined answering those. My brother went to put a hand on her shoulder, but she flinched away. "Please, I don't like being touched." Her voice was soft, yet raspy. He went to touch her shoulder again, and her green eyes flashed in the light and she smirked lightly as if saying 'do it'. My breath hinched as everything moved in slow motion. My brother's hand landed on the girl's shoulder, and she did an earsplitting screech. I covered my ears, and fell to my knees. I looked up to see my brother run to the door and throw it open, what, he was running, from what? I looked where the girl sat, she looked different. Her eyes were still green, but they looked full of sorrow. Her skin looked tourquoise (sorry if I spelled it wrong), her hair was ocean blue, her dress blacker than before, and, she had no legs, at all. She was floating, her hair flowing in an anhered way. But then I felt a chill run up my spine as I felt another presence. He appeared, a boy running towards my brother, 10 feet away from me. He had a purple hoodie, black pants, black shoes, a skull mask, brownish hair sticking in every direction, and a sycthe. It looked like there was a vulture's skull on the top, its beak serving as a blade with terrified faces printed on it. On the wooden part was a necklace, with a scarlett heart at the end of a dangling golden chain. He chased my brother yelling with a voice that echoed off the walls. He was yelling "How dare you touch her!" I watched as my brother tripped over the couch, he was done for. I searched myself for my phone, or a camera. I looked over and saw my phone smashed against the ground, in pieces. And there was no sign of a camera. I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek as I heard my brother's scream fill the air as I heard a deafening crack sound. I looked, and gagged. My brother's skull was ripped off from this bottom jaw, a long gash in his chest. I walked over to my brother who was surrounded by a pool of blood. I weeped, there was nothing I could do. I blinked out tears as I saw bloody handwriting on the wall. It said 'Death+Ashley those who interfere, die a brutal death'. I shivered when I heard "You could of saved him." That's the last thing I heard before I hopped in my car and drove to my apartment. And that's my story.