The Murderous Spirit
It's funny that children think that murder is such an easy task. They joke about the face of death because they know that they'll never have to face it head on. Playing with toy gun and plastic knifes on Halloween is the closest to real darkness as they'll get. None of them will have a childhood like mine...
I was a mere kid when it began and when I'm done weaving my tale I must find a way to end it. I was born on a place called "The Hill", a place near the smog-filled district of Los Angeles. It was a place filled with rich snakes that are as devious as they are wealthy. Some might say I lived in an American dream. I am an only child.
"Children cost money," my wealthy father used to state "but if you're rich enough it can't hurt to have just one."
It was the summer while I prepped to enter 8th grade that I got into that car crash. Just writing about it makes me recall the sharp sounds of the ambulance and feel the pulse of the defibrillator coursing through my veins. My father paid the necessary fees to the hospital and took me home.
I could no longer be among my friends because I looked like Frankenstein. I was covered head to toe in stitches. It only got worse however when the tests from the doctor came back and spoke of me taking some sort of brain damage yet they could not verify where. I learned what was affected the hard way.
By the time I began 8th grade all the wounds and stitches had healed leaving nothing but scars. I was put on "special" supervision and was watched closely. October 5, that was the day I learned the price on me surviving that crash. I woke up at 2:00 am to get a glass of water. As I steadily walked to the fridge a scream broke out.
I ran the source in the study but there was not a soul in sight. The screams got louder and louder as if the person suffering was right next to me. The moment the screams hushed, a strange creature became apparent to me. He looked exactly like me to say the very least except he still had with him the wounds from the crash. There was but two words that slipped out of his mouth. "Accept fate."
"It was only a dream." was the initial thought when I woke up but, when I scanned the room I was in, I noticed two things. The maid Emily was dead and I was holding a bloody knife...
To be continued...
Credited to TimeTravelNinja
Originally uploaded on October 28, 2012
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