Sameth Green

I ran home. I had to get home. I had to warn my parents; evil was coming. I ran through the night, through cold rain and mud; my black hair swinging wildly around my face, slapping my neck and back. I raced through wet lawns and down streets, looking back every now and then, making sure I wasn’t followed, even though I felt like I was. There was a presence around me. I ran through our lawn and up to our big white porch. I slammed the door open and stood in the door way stunned and petrified. My eyes opened wide with shock. There in the middle of the living room was my mother. “Mom!” I cried, running to her side and checking for any signs of life. I was too late. She was not breathing. I scanned her body with my eyes, still shocked and disgusted. She was covered in blood. It ran from her mouth into her hair that framed her head all in disarray. It covered her neck and stained her favorite purple blouse. I began to cry. “WHY!” I shouted, tears pouring out of my eyes, burning my cheeks and dripping on to the pale lifeless flesh of my mother. Suddenly, I heard a sound. The front door behind me began to close. It closed dramatically and terrifyingly slow with a creak. I stopped crying, I stopped breathing. I turned my head and confirmed my fear…I was not alone. His eyes were on me, sharp and cold, digging down into my heart and soul. He smiled at me with such humor. My fear amused him. His smile was twisted. He pushed away from the door and moved towards me like a snake. A motionless body appeared behind him. It was my father, also lifeless and pinned to the wall with stakes. That creature, that snake, grabbed me with a smooth motion that was too fast that I had no time to react or scream. Tears began to run again. He held me in his arms and with a creepy hum of a tone that would later haunt me, he danced my almost paralyzed body to the nearest wall where he held me tightly. He was so unnaturally strong. He pinned my arms above my head with one of his. The other hand was not needed, I could not budge. “No Please…” I begged, crying, struggling to break free. “Shh Sammie…” he whispered, his voice giving me goose bumps. He looked deep into my wet eyes. He was enjoying this. His free hand slowly moved up my hip and to my waist. He unzipped my hoodie, playing with the zipper in between his fingers. He scanned my wet body with his emotionless eyes. He pushed my head back and ran his long cold finger along my outstretched neck, tracing it and leaving a trail of freezing skin behind. That creature lowered his nose close to my neck and inhaled my scent. He made me shiver. His lips were cold to touch as he lightly rested them on the curves of my right shoulder and whispered in his naturally creepy way: “you will do.”