creative piece

The door shuts but my mind doesn’t. It never does. Sleep never comes when you live with him. Him is not a person. Him probably never was, but whatever he is likes to come out at night and haunt me. In his own way. He doesn’t know how to leave. Or maybe he just doesn’t know how. Then again he's been haunting me from the beginning. The only thing I can do is sit here and wait.

Its been getting worse every day. It use to be just pots and pans falling to the ground. But now its breaking the glass on my pictures. Its scary to know that my own family doesn’t even believe me. So they wont help. I'm on my own for this. I always will be without help. It's not that I don’t try to get help, it's just that nobody believes me. Not even the paranormal freaks in my school.

My favorite movies are horror movies. My favorite type of horror movies are paranormal ones. Well they at least use to be. So I decided to put up cameras all over my house. I didn’t have to ask my parents because they didn’t care. They gave up on me years ago because they thought I was the spirit doing this. I usually bragged about how they didn’t care. But that made me think of how my own family didn’t even trust me.

I put up the cameras I got in the main spots of the poltergeist. Night number one. I was excited and scared at the same time to see what would happen. I hoped I would see the ghost, but I also didn’t want to. It was getting late, 11:38 pm to be exact. I finally shut my eyes. But didn’t sleep, well not yet at least. When I finally went to bed it was sometime after midnight. A loud noise woke me up and almost scared me to death.

I slowly slid out of my black twin bed. I was determined to catch whatever this was. I had to catch him in the act. I turned the corner of the old stairs and saw glass all over the stairs. I started to get scared. I wondered who's picture was broken. But I knew it would be mine. When I got down the stairs and saw the picture I almost screamed. Because what was on the picture. This would be the time that I would end it all.

I didn’t care that the picture was broken, I only cared that the picture was mine, and had the words die Bradley die on it. This is what scared me the most. I couldn’t believe it wanted me dead. And I knew It wouldn’t stop until I got what it wanted. I only hoped it didn’t want me dead that bad. Or I was sure to die.

I thought he would be nice at first. When the pictures started to break I was a little scared, but I got over it. And now my black picture frame with those words on it, I was sure that things were going to get worse. I wanted to tell someone but I knew that people would think I was just crazy. Well crazier than they thought I already was.

Every night was worse, something worse happened each time. The night after the picture incident it started taking my bed sheets. I almost got a cold. The night after that it dragged me off the bed instead of the sheets. I had no idea what was going to happen this night. But I had a feeling that I was actually going to get hurt. But that wouldn’t be until night time, and it was only noon. I guess ill just have to wait.

The thought of what was going to happen was vexatious. I was getting more annoyed by the minute. My life was starting to get dull. And I knew it was only going to get worse. This whole incident sucked the most because it was four days until Christmas. Snow covered the ground and some streets. It was a supposed to be a happy time for everybody. I guess this just got me by surprise.

Anyways it was night time, and I was a little bit scared to go to bed. But, I just wanted to get over it. My eyes stayed open as my mind closed. I had been tired for a while and wanted to go to bed. I gave up on staying awake, And fell asleep at around one thirty.

I had woke up in the middle of the night with these tears on my pillow, and a bloody knife. I screamed in terror. I didn’t know what to do. I felt light headed. I picked up the knife and traveled to my mothers room. I needed to show her this, no matter how much she would think it was me. I was quiet on the outside but screaming on the inside. Half because I felt light headed, and half because I didn’t want to wake anyone.

I dropped to the floor right at my mothers door. Quickly I got up and raced to the closest camera. I could not feel anything in my arms. I couldn’t believe what I saw when I looked down at my arms. They were blood stained up and down. I almost fainted in terror. I was too stunned to realize that I was losing blood fast.

The camera I went too was in my mothers room. I was in it without a sound. She didn’t hear me. When I grabbed the camera, and watched the tape I couldn’t believe what I saw. I just wouldn’t believe that it was me. I wouldn’t. The evil thing in my house made me do it. I would never do such a thing to anyone. And I would never do that to myself.

This is what I found on the camera. I walked into my mothers room. In my hands a butchers knife, and a rag. I walked to the camera and said. "Have fun." then walked slowly to my mother. One hand raised and one hand lowered. The hand with the knife was the one that raised. I put the rag over her mouth. She woke up screaming. Stabbed her right in the heart.

Within a couple seconds, I could feel blood coming out of her mouth. I stabbed her again. And during the whole thing I was laughing. I had been happy. I left my mother after the third stab. That must have been when I thought she was dead. I then walked up to the camera. Dropped the rag, and cut both of my wrists.

I set the camera down and rushed to my mother. She had been cut, this really had happened. I grabbed her, And then died with her in my arms. in my last few seconds i realized one thing. I never got to tell her how much I loved her.