| It was still only mid day but I felt like I had been awake for days. I opened my front door and walked in locking it behind me. I must have slept for hours. I woke up and it was still light outside. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. I eventually dragged myself out of bed and headed for downstairs. I walked down the stairs. The lights were off and it was mildly dark with shadows growing around me. I walked towards my living room and turned the lights on. Someone had been in my house. On the table were two pictures. One of Debra and one of Faye. Blood was spilled on top of them and was dripping onto the floor. Where had the blood come from? My stomach sank inside me as I turned to run out of the door only to see Joe hanging from the ceiling. I screamed. I felt physically sick. Someone had sliced open Joe and stuck him to my ceiling. Blood was dripping from Joe's open wound and pouring onto two pictures of Debra and Faye. I ran towards my front door. It was bolted shut. I tried to scream again but nothing came out. I started banging on the door. It wouldn't open. I pulled the lock off and smashed the door wide open. I ran out the door and ran down my steps. As I looked back to see my door open I tripped and fell onto the concrete floor. I smacked my head on the floor and blacked out. Hours passed and I found myself waking up in Debra's house. My head as thumping with pain. I looked around the room and saw Faye and Debra sitting opposite me, then I saw Josh, my boyfriend sitting next to where I was lying. "Hey babe," He smiled. "What happened?" my head still hurt. "Well, I went to your house and found you on the floor, the doctor has been round and said that there's no serious damage done," Josh assured me. "Joe, and you!" My head was still thumping and I could hardly get my words out. "It's ok, he was a jerk anyway!" Faye laughed referring to the event that happened earlier that day. "No!" I shouted, "He's d, d, dead!" " What?" Debra said. "Someone killed him and put his body in my house and put a picture of Faye and Debra on the table so the blood was dripping on it." "You have such weird dreams," Debra laughed. "No it's true," I cried. "Maybe you should stay round here today and Faye you can stay over too," Debra suggested. "Yeah that?s good idea," Josh smiled, "I'll check back in the morning ok?" "Ok," I replied. Josh kissed me on the forehead and left us alone in Debra's house. It was really late now. We all went up stairs to Debra's bedroom. Luckily her room was really big so we all slept in her room. Debra got out blankets and pillows. We slept on her floor with plenty of bedding. I soon fell asleep. That night I didn't have any dreams. Maybe what happened before was a dream. I don?t know what's a dream and what's real anymore. The three of us woke up with a start. It was 3am and smoke was oozing through the door between the cracks. "Look, smoke!" Faye pointed. Debra got up and walked over to the door. The door handle was warm so she opened the door. The house was on fire. Flames were rising above the stairs. They hadn't reached the floor where we were but they had taken over the bottom floor and now were climbing the stairs. Faye ran to the window and opened it. "Fire! Help!" She screamed. No one heard, we were on our own. There was no way out, the only way out was the front door. We had to go through the flames. We walked towards the stairway. It was getting hotter. Then I noticed it in the doorway across the hall. A tall dark figure dressed in black. It was the figure from lunchtime. "It's him," I screamed, "quick go, go" Faye ran down the stairs and covered herself from the flames. I followed with Debra following me. I heard a scream and turned quickly. The figure had grabbed Debra and pulled her over the railing. I ran back up the stairs and so did Faye. It had Debra pinned to the ground. Faye and myself ran to the figure and pulled him off of Debra. It revealed a sharp butcher's knife and tried to stab us but we let go of his quickly. It was blocking the stairway so we couldn't get down. "What do we do?" Faye shouted as she helped Debra to her feet. "I don?t know," I cried. "We're trapped," Debra sighed. We had no where to go, no where to run. Even if we pushed passed the figure he would stab us with his butchers knife. But suddenly we all ran towards him that wasn't a smart move but it was the only move. He got out his knife and held it in front of him. But we dodged it and pushed him out of the way. He grabbed hold of my hair and threw me backwards. Faye pushed him over and kicked him in the stomach, but he grabbed her foot and forced her to fall over. Debra helped Faye to her feet and grabbed me. We ran down the stairs and I knew that it was following us. The flames burned through the door. We couldn't see a way around the flames. It tried to stab us but missed. The flames were getting hotter and hotter. Debra threw an ornament at it. It smashed the ornament in two. "We have to get out of here," Debra screamed. "Run through the flames," Faye shouted. "Are you crazy?" Debra replied. "It's our only option, just run through the flames and when you get outside jump onto the grass," Faye said as she started to run. Debra and myself followed her. We jumped through the flames. Everything seemed to go in slow motion and we fell onto the grass outside. All our clothes were on fire; we rolled around on the grass and put out the fire. There was no serious damage done except for the house. We stood up and stared at the burning house. "Come on, we have to get to the police," Faye screamed. We ran in the opposite direction from the house and headed for the police station. We didn't stop. We just kept running and running as far and fast as we could. The police station was getting closer. We ran through the swing doors came to a stand still at the reception. We tried to get our breath back."Can I help you?" said the police officer. "Yes, we, we were attacked," Debra cried. "Right, take a seat and we'll get an interview room ready for you," the officer said. We waited at the police station for two hours before an interview room was ready. When an interview room was available an officer called us in one by one to tell them the story. We didn't finish till early morning; the sun had come up. They sent us home and two officers were going to investigate it. The sent two officers home with us to protect us. We had to stay at Faye's house. The killer had already been to my house and had burnt down Debra's house. |
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