Was I The Killer?
By Airyonna Moore
A t one A.M mother went.
At two A.M, father and Aaron
soon followed. All I heard was screaming and the sound of
metal impaling them. I hated my parents, and Aaron, so I tried
to sleep, but as I kept trying to sleep, the screaming soon
followed. I finally got up but all I saw was a dark shadow
dripping in some liquid. The next day, I woke up at 8 A.M,
everyone in my family (all 33 of them) were gone. I had heard
screaming in my dreams but ignored it. I thought everyone was
gone but they weren’t, “Clarissa! Sissy! Where are you!?” I head
a youthful voice scream, “I won’t hurt you if you tell me where
you are Claire Bear!” I stepped outside the door and faced my
fear.
I approached the staircase and walked down the stairs
while occasionally tripping over blood and corpses. I saw the
metallic glimpse of a knife and peeked my head around the
corn er, “Katie! Drop the knife and I won’t call the cops!” I
shouted. “How do I know you’re not lying? Mom and dad told
me that I wasn’t adopted but guess where that got them!” She
asked while laughing hysterically. “I Promise I won’t!” I said.
Katie began to charge at me with the knife and I dodged it. I ran
away from her and found my mother’s body. Her elbows were
always so pointy I thought, wait I have an idea! As I began to
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