Where The Monster Lays

I was eating dinner at my parents house for the first time in two years. I had to move home because my business had failed. I tried to start a plumbing company but no one was getting my workers to help with their plumbing. It had alway been my dream to make a business but I guess I was never good at it. We were eating pork and it tasted familiar to something that I had eaten before.

My sister was making fun of me for losing my girlfriend Patricia and my plumbing business. My sister is 12. How would she know anything about relationships? My sister is the most smooth brained person I know.

I miss Patricia. She left me at the Golden Gate Bridge. It had always been my dream to go to the Golden Gate Bridge, and she decided to dump me there. Why couldn’t she have dumped me after a trip to the golden gate bridge.

I had faded out of my daydream about Patricia when my Dad asked “ How's your day?” Why would he ask this question? He knows my life sucks. He should know how I’m feeling. I spent the whole day thinking about how good my life was with Patricia and my business. I was depressed. I was unwell, or was I? I had self diagnosed myself with many bad things when I was young like DID.

I told my Dad that my day was fine, then my Mom asked, “What did you do today?” I was more mad at her than I had been at my dad. She should know that I had spent the whole day in my old room staring at the wall. I was at my breaking point. I could kill them right now, I was so angry. I told my mom that I had done nothing all day.

Once I had finished my food I went back up to my room to go to sleep.While I was walking up the stairs to my room, I was thinking about how I pushed Patricia into the water unexpectedly. She was laughing hysterically, or maybe she was screaming. My memory is bad. As I was fading into the darkness of sleep I was counting sheep in my head like I did when I was a kid. “398, 399, 400, 401, 402, 402, 402, 402, 40-,” I had fallen asleep in my childhood bed while counting sheep, how iconic, too good to be true.

I woke up to the sound of screams. Terrible screams. They were so loud that they hurt my ears. Was it my family, and why were they screaming?

I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs into the living room almost falling down the stairs. There they were, It was my family, Dead. All bludgeoned in the head with some sort of heavy object. How did I just hear their screams? And why were they all in the living room at 2:00 am? It’s like they had all been moved there forcefully, maybe even tricked.

There's no way that they had just been killed because they all bled out already. I just noticed that they are dead. Why had I been thinking about how they died before realizing that they are actually dead? My family is dead and I’ll never be able to talk to my family ever again. I started to cry. All the good memories I’ve had with these people and they are all gone. My mom and dad were both 54. They lost their lives in such a meaningless way.

My sister was dead, at age 12. All the things she wanted to do when she was older are now impossible. I remember that she wanted to be a hairdresser, and a pilot, and a designer for a big design company, and a Mod-, I heard a crash from the shed. I started walking slowly knowing that I’m walking into my death or my future.

I opened up the door to the backyard. I was walking faster and faster toward the shed, tears rolling down my cheek. I grabbed a shovel that was outside of the shed. I opened up the shed door and saw nothing. I was reaching for the light bulb that had a pull switch on it and I pulled it.

I was terrified, and started screaming about what I saw. It was a creature with human skin, 8 feet tall, and nothing on its body. No eyes, no ears, no mouth, and no nose. It stood on two legs like a dog trying to stand up. It was holding a scythe like some knock-off grim reaper.

Its head turned 180 degrees like an owl to look at me. And it started to walk towards me. I didn’t want that thing anywhere near me, so I started running. It started running too, and a little faster than me.

I ran as fast as I could to the back door. Once I got inside, I slammed the door and locked it. I even put a chair under the door knob like the people do in the movies.

11After I put the chair under the door knob, I started running up the stairs to hide. I heard glass breaking downstairs. It was the kitchen window. I ran into my parents room and grabbed a lighter that was on their bedside table and some alcohol that they keep under their bed. I also grabbed a tissue and put it in the alcohol.

I ran to the edge of the stairwell with the alcohol and lighter. There it was, the creature was at the bottom of the stairs. I lit the alcohol soaked tissue with the lighter, which started a chain reaction in which all the alcohol in the bottle burst into flames in a matter of seconds. In those seconds I threw the bottle down the stairs at the thing that was trying to climb up the stairs.

After I threw the bottle something unexpected happened. The monster sucked in the bottle like a black hole. The bottle full of flames just went through the monster and didn’t come out the other end.

In this turn of events the monster was stunned for a couple seconds like it was taking in the power of the flames. In these seconds that the monster was stunned, I ran into my room and hid in my closet, knowing that the spot I chose to hide in is the spot I’d either spend my last moments in, or it will be a place of happiness on how I survived the unknown.

The monster walked up the stairs and went into my parents room. It was in their room for about four minutes. Then, it searched the bathroom for about 1 minute. Finally it walked into my room. I tried to hold my breath worried it was going to hear me. My heart was pounding. It searched under my bed, then in my drawers, but not in my closet.

The creature proceeded to walk out of my room then down the stairs. I heard the chair being thrown across the house into the kitchen, then the monster unlocked the door and walked out of the house. I had won the battle, I was safe in my house, monster gone.

But then I felt something touch my head. It was a hand. BOOM! The inside of my closet turned orange, yellow, and red as the monster in my closet blew flames everywhere. The fire that I had thrown at it had finally come out of the monster.

I stood silently, body burning. The closet was not on fire, my insides were. The creature stood over me while I was screaming in pain.

Then suddenly, the monster started to melt like ice cream on a hot day. Even its scythe was melting. The creature's head melted fully off, then a shape started to appear. The creature finally melted fully and… The monster was me.

The shape, clothes, and the hair. It was me, holding a hammer. I was crying, half from pain, and half from shock. Why is it me? Why is it me? Why is it me? I thought to myself over and over again. My mind was racing.

Then it started to talk. “Hi Bradley, it's me,” my clone said. I was terrified. Its voice was my voice. The clone suddenly turned around and started walking backwards like some type of moonwalk. I was trapped at the edge of my closet and about to be squished by myself. Then right when it was gonna walk into me, it walked through me, like I was a ghost. The clone walked into my body, and then the pain of my inside burning stopped.

I was holding a hammer, it was covered in blood. I had killed my family. But I didn’t! I was thinking to myself what had just happened.

While I was thinking, I heard sirens. Loud sirens. I was about to be taken to jail for something I didn’t do. Who called the police anyway? That’s not something to be thinking about when I have a minute left of being a free man.

For my last moments, I laid next to my dead family with the hammer I “killed” them with. While I laid there, I started counting sheep and thinking about my future. 398, 399, 400, 401, 402, 402, 402, 402, 40-.

NEWS REPORT

Crazy man kills family and lights house on fire, Dies laying next to his dead family which he murdered. Witness of the house fire says “I heard glass breaking which woke me up, than I saw the fire which prompted me to call the fire department,”