Revenge

The bright heaven-like sun was shining through my window which woke me up. I jumped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. When I was done, I went into my room and made my bed, then went downstairs to cook some breakfast. My mother was still sleeping, so I thought I’d give her a break from cooking. Every day at 9 a.m. I have to go to work, I work at a gas station a couple miles away from home. We just moved into this house about three or so months ago and it’s almost too big for us. When we came to the open house, the relator told us there is an old homeless woman who always sleeps in the house, and she will need to be removed if someone chooses to buy the house. Apart from that, we still decided to buy it, though later we found out that the woman was a psychotic serial killer, once she was forced from the home, she went on a five person killing spree, the first person was the realtor who was selling the house, then the other person was someone who simply checked out the house and the last three was a family that checked out the house as well, she apparently stalked them and within a week she murdered them all. Later she went to court and was given a death sentence. It was time for me to head to work, my mom wasn’t up yet which is strange as she is always usually an hour awake prior to me. I went up to her room and gently tapped on the door, pausing to move my ear closer, I didn’t hear anything. The door was locked as I fiddled with the knob, “Mom, open the door!” I yelled. She is 87 and has asthma, that’s why we have a rule for her: whenever she’s in her room, she can’t shut the door, especially not lock it in case of an emergency in fact, nor can I. I hastened downstairs and ruffled around in my wallet to pull out a coin. Just as I was running back upstairs, I heard a thud and what sounded like a clutter of things fall in some room in the hallway. No one else was in my house, I was pulled by the sound and found myself walking down the hallway, peeking into each room. The last room was the only one with the door slowly swinging open, you could hear the creaking and rusty sound of it. I walked in and there my mom was, she was lying dead on the floor, blood splattered all over her and the walls with her fingers bent every which way and her left leg was twisted around, same with her head, eyes and mouth were both wide open. Upstairs I could hear all the doors slam shut, I ran to the front door and fussed to open it. I finally did, while I did, I felt something creeping up, the hairs on my neck and arms lifted with butterflies in my stomach. I called the police once I got outside, fast forward to 11:27 p.m. The police had already come to the house, they removed my mother’s dead, bloody body and had a talk with me. While I was getting ready for bed, from my room I could hear footsteps and someone or something screeching on the wall, digging their nails into it. My heart stopped and my breaths were shorter, I went to peek out my door, though no one was anywhere in sight. The sliding door opened, then I came to hear this weird laughter that must be coming from downstairs. I went to look over the railing, then something digs their nails into my ankles and lifts me up, then throws me off the second floor, I dive down, hitting my head first on the floor. I struggle to get up on my feet, but my balance is dreadful. It feels like I’m spinning and I can’t fully see out of my eyes, everything is so far away and it’s like a black frame is partially covering my eyesight. Once I officially get to my feet, I find myself staring at something that’s as skinny as a stick with yellow-ish dirty pale skin, singular wavy strands of brown hair, and it’s back hunched over with long chipped, dirty and bloody nails. It comes running at me, before I could get out of whatever trance I was in, it launches itself onto me and digs its filthy nails into my arms. I tried to scream for help, but would that have been any use? I don’t think my neighbors could hear me from inside. At long last, I got it off of me and ran to the kitchen to get a knife. Along the way I threw a potted plant at the thing, but it kept running at full speed. Once I got into my kitchen, I ran straight towards the knives, as I was just about to get my hand on one, it grabs me from my legs and trips me, my head hits the end of the counter with the knives spilling out of their holder, one stabbing me in the hand. I could feel the blood gushing from my forehead. It must’ve been the old woman getting revenge on us for taking the house away from her, though I thought she died?