BY KATERI HERNANDEZ
Darkness. That’s all Keaton could see. He lay, sleepless, in his bed, staring at the
ceiling. It’d been about 2 hours since he came upstairs. He wanted to hang out with
his sister, Breana, but she was having a “Girls’ night in” with some friends from
school. They’d been giggling for about 45 minutes. It was about 9:30 PM and he was
tired, but sleep would not come. Abruptly, it became quiet. Keaton sat up, confusion
written plain on his face. Why did they stop laughing? Suddenly, there was a short
shriek that was cut off. Keaton was at the door of his sisters room before you could
blink twice. The door was ajar, with the door knob broken off. Who did this?
He pushed it open completely and went to turn the light on. He flicked the
switch up and down multiple times, but nothing. Still darkness. He looked around. he
could vaguely see the figures of 3 or 4 girls. He remembered he had his phone in his
pocket and used it as a flash light. He flashed it around in horror. His phone fell to
the floor, but was back in his hands before you could blink. All the girls had their
throats slit and blood was everywhere. Their eyes and mouth were wide open and
they were all lying on the ground in twisted positions. His sister was nowhere.
There was a rustle in the attached bathroom. Keaton couldn’t stop his pulse
from racing as he walked towards the door. ‘Please be ok, Breana,’ was all that was
running through Keaton’s mind. He pushed open the door and almost screamed in
horror. There was his older sister, slit wrists and throat, lying on the floor. Eyes and
mouth wide open.
The shower curtain shook. “Please just be a draft,” he whispered to himself. He
lifted his phone to shine on the shower. what he saw was something he thought he
would never see again. Those same red glowing eyes that he saw that night in the alleyway. He couldn’t help the next words that fell out of his mouth.
“I’m going to kill you, dukalean.”
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