It was night time...I stood outside for awhile then left off to my next victims house. I entered a near by house. That house had three people living in it. That family was destroyed a mother who smokes and hits her children. She had a daughter of age 9 and a two sons age 18 and 29 year old who was a man now but was always drunk and had crime records. I entered the 29 years old man's room and hid in the dark shadows by the closet. I smiled.
*29 years old man POV*
I woke because I couldn't go to sleep. I got up and sat on my bed and grabbed my weed from my drawer, I also grabbed the lighter. I took a piece of paper and pour some weed on the paper. I rolled its up.....my room was dark. The moonlight shines through my window having some spaces bright up. Right when I was about to lit the weed ...I knew something wasn't right. I felt chills go down my spine....I felt like ......like someone was watching me. I looked all over my room and saw ....two eyes by the dark shadows by the closet. I felt fear over come me I got my hidden knife from under my pillow. Someone has broken in our home. The face finally revealed himself. He had black under his eyes it looked like black eye shadow under his eyes. He smiled... both side of his mouth were cut on the sides it was dry blood. He wore a white sweater.
"W-WHO ARE YOU!?!" I yelled out to him. He smiled the sides of his cut made it look like a bigger smile. Terror overwhelmed me. He gave a frown after his smile.
"Don't go to..sleeep..." He said. He ran to where I was and pulled out his knife. He was holding it with both of his hands. I was knocked onto my bed. I had dropped my knife when I was knocked down. I quickly grabbed his wrist and tried pulling them away from me. He was strong.
"Why do you resist?.." He said smiling at me as his eyes widen.
"Are you afraid of going to sleep?." He push down further. It was so much pressure I pushed up kicking him to the wall.
"You...BASTARD!" I yelled at him. My hand was cut when I kicked him. He got up and I grabbed my knife. He kicked it off my hands.
"That wasn't nice at all." He said giving a frown face. He kicked me to the ground. I hit my head.
"Son! Are you up still!?" Said my mother. I couldn't respond to her because this man was still pushing the knife down so I had to hold him off from stabbing my throat.
"I'm coming to your room!?" said my mother as I heard her footsteps. I felt weak and couldn't hold on any longer.
"FORGIVE ME MOTHER FOR BEING A SCREW UP AND A DRUNKINARD SMOKER!" I yelled out I knew this was the end.
"Aww so soon?" The man said. I heard the door knob move. When the door opened the man had pierced the knife through my neck. I'm sorry mother and little sister and little brother.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Screamed the mother of the man who I killed. She quickly ran to call 911. While she did I put my hoodie on put away my knife and jumped out the window. I headed my way home. In a distance I saw the police and ambulance stop by there house. I called out...."go to...sleep." I was home tired and worn out that man was strong. I put my knife in the sink and washed my hands. I took off my sweater and my shirt. I put on a black shirt and jumped off to bed. I quickly went to sleep.