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This is just a small blurb about me.
My name is Susan. I live in Nova Scotia, Canada.
I like writing, drawing, reading, friends, and web designing.
My favorite colors are green and purple. My favorite flowers are lilies.
I always hate talking about my self, so this is all i am going to say.
The day was cold, but the sun was warm. I couldn’t figure it out, the sun was shining full blast, but yet I had to wear a sweater. This was indeed a weird summer’s day. Cherish—the family dog—wouldn’t even step out side, and she never went inside. I was beginning to think something was terribly wrong.
Bang. Whoa, what was that? I fell out of the bed. It had all been a dream. I laughed to myself. Just to make sure though I got up to check the temperature, there was a thermometer on my window. Okay, 82. That’s good. Pat, pat, pat. That was Cherish running up the stairs to great me good morning. She did this every morning. I waited for her to paw open my door—another morning routine. I head the scratching of the door, than it swung open to reveal a golden collie. Her fur was covered in mud. I could only guess that she had been outside digging up the backyard looking for her long lost bone.
Downstairs everyone was already up, my brother Cam, my mom and dad, and my twin sister, Sophie.
“Hey Sam, what took you so long to get up?” Sophie asked with her mouth full of breakfast cereal.
“To tell you the truth, I have no idea.” This really was the truth. Usually I was the first on awake.
“Would you like something to eat?” My mother, Mary asked.
“No thanks, I think I’m just going to go for a walk.” I said going back upstairs to get changed.
“Do you want to come?” I asked Sophie when I had finished getting ready.
“Sure, why not.” Sophie said. She was already ready for the day. We slipped out shoes on and were out the door. We walked up the street and turned the corner. We didn’t live in the country, or in the city. It was moor like a small town so there weren’t a lot of people out and about. Fresh air filled our lungs are we walked the streets of Simable—the town we lived in. I had no clue where we were headed, nor did I think Sophie knew. We just walked along the sidewalk not saying anything.
About twenty minutes or so later Sophie came to a stop. I looked around to see why she stopped but there was nothing there. Just a few trees and a house.
“Are you all right Sophie?” I asked as I doubled around to stand beside her.
“I don’t know. Something just told me to stop.” Sophie sounded as confused as I probably looked.
“Is it the house?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Let’s just continue on.” She suggested.
“Okay.” I said and we continued walking.
The next day I woke up just as late as I had the morning before, but I didn’t have the same dream. I had a different dream, about someone being killed in the same house Sophie stopped in front of yesterday. I ran downstairs to find Sophie sitting at the kitchen table.
“We need to go for a walk.” I told her. I didn’t explain to her what I saw; I didn’t know how to explain to her.
“What? Why?” She asked, just as confused as she had been yesterday when she had the feeling about the house.
“Please, just come.” I said and ran back upstairs to get changed.
Sophie was waiting for me out side when I came back down. I bolted out the door and began running up the street, thankfully Sophie followed me.
It only took us about ten minutes to get to the house while we were running. I stopped in front of the house and I explained what I saw last night to Sophie. She was practically in tears by this news.
“You don’t think that really happened, do you?” Sophie asked.
“I don’t know, but I think we should go check it out.”
“Okay.” Sophie gulped. We slowly began towards the house. There was a broken window, this caused me ad Sophie to speed up. When we got up to the broken window, we looked in and found four bodies lying on the floor, pools of blood around their dead bodies. Crying. Is that what I just heard? I nudged Sophie in the ribs—not hard— and she wore the came expression I did. I swear it was like looking in the mirror.
“What was that?” I whispered into her ear.
“I don’t know, was it crying?” Sophie whispered back “Should we go check it out?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we should call the police.” I whispered, pulling out my phone.
“I think we should go check it out ourselves.” Sophie was halfway to the door before I could reply. I ran after her, to try to convince her otherwise but it was too late, she was already in the house. I went inside after her, closing the door behind me just so people wouldn’t get suspicious.
“Sophie!” I called, not whispering anymore.
“In here!” She called from a room to my right. Unfortunately I had to pass the dead bodies to get to her, and may I just say I almost threw up! Sophie was in a small kitchen, covered in blood kneeling beside a little boy covered from head to toe in blood. I guessed he was another family member who somehow survived.
“Who’s that?” I asked Sophie. No answer. “Sophie?” I said. Still no answer. I figured she was in shock. I looked at the little boy and asked him what his name was. He didn’t say anything either. I turned around to make sure nobody else was in the house when I head a gross squishy, crunchy noise. I turned back to the little boy and he was pulling a knife out of my sister’s chest. Dead, he killed her. I ran for the door as fast as I could.
Once I was sure the little boy wasn’t following me, I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed 911. I told them exactly what had happened and they said that they would be there as soon as they could.
I slept uneasily that nights, and was thankfully disturbed by a knocking at the door. I was too scared to get it, so I woke up my dad and got him to come down with me.
There was nothing to be scared of though. It was just a police officer.
“May I come in?” He asked.
“Sure, sure, come on in.” My dad said.
“Is something wrong?” I asked as soon as the police officer was sitting down.
“Yes and no.” He began. “There was no sign of your sister anywhere, or of the other people you claimed to have seen died. No blood, nothing.”
“What? What do you mean?” I asked. My eyes were burning up.
“Nobody died in that house, at least not recently.”
“What do you mean not recently?” My dad asked.
“Well, about ten years ago a family was killed by one of their sons in that house. From what you explained to us, I would say that you just had a bad dream about that, but than when you told us about your sister…well, I didn’t know what that was about.” The officer said, rubbing his head.
“No. It wasn’t a dream! She was killed I saw it happen!” I shouted, tears running down my face and into my mouth.
“There’s no other way to explain it. If you continue to believe this nonsense than there is only one thing we can do,” the officer said, pulling a knife out of his belt. “Kill you.”
“What? No! What is wrong with this town?” I Screamed. My dad pulled a knife out of the knife holder on the kitchen counter, ready to defend himself, but it was no use. When he slashed at the officer the knife went through him. It was like he was an illusion—a ghost!
