I, in my seventeen years on the earth, have never been able to make sense of the event that shall be lain before you. First I think it would be best to start with a description of myself, so that you can ever remember the person, in his entirety, who has lived the scariest story told. I am, as you may already now, seventeen, I have naturally golden hair, but now it is black, I have hazel eyes, and about 5'10. I am what some might call 'Gothic'. I hate labels. Now it is time to hear the reason I am the way I am, see if you can make sense of it�
I remember it ever so clearly, I was in my room surrounded by the things I've grown to find comfort in, candles, the faint scent of incense, and the mess that is my room. I was sleeping until I heard it. The sound of thick claws scratching a chalkboard, hard. The sound awoke me, and jolted inside me a feeling of impending calamity. At first I thought of it, but then I heard it again, the sound of claws on a chalkboard. Neither louder, nor fainter, but as if it was the exact same sound. Now I was sure it was real, not a fabrication of the non-existent, but what was it? The sound continued, but this time much, much louder. By this time my heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst. There it was again and again and again, faster and faster. Do you hear it? There it is, I've found where it coming from, behind my closed shutters. The sound is being made against my window. I'm on the second floor, what could it be? I slowly raise my shaking hand towards my shutters to open them so that I may catch a glimpse of the thing that owns those claws. I flung open the shutters and all I saw were limbs that one might call hands. I could see that they were once normal human hands, but that they had been contorted into the bloody masses before me. As I turned my attention over to its' head, I saw that it was a mass of flesh that barely qualified for a woman. Her skin hung off her bone, a yellow puss poured from the open wounds that covered her body. Her eyes, which were set on her claws, were crazy with rage. As I looked down at her feet to see how she was on the second floor, I see that she was levitating. Just as I looked back to her face, she drew back her claw, and as if by magic, she sliced through my window like a hot knife cutting through butter. When she was able to, she grabbed me, and with her might claws she severed my head from the rest of my body.
I woke up sweating, what a crazy dream. It was morning. I got out of bed, and put my slippers on. As I was walking away from my bed I remembered how my mother hates it when I don't make my bed, so I walked back, and notice me on the bed with my head and body separated.
THE END
I wrote this. It was a school writing project, I was happy with result.