At last school was finally over. I grabbed my things and started heading out the door to walk home. All day I have just been thinking about that nightmare I had. I told some friends about it and they said that it was just a nightmare and to just forget about it. Everyone at school called me a 'baby' for being scared of the figure. I know it's odd since I'm 16 years old but something just sparked in me that made me scared.
I tried forgetting about it all day and all night yesterday but I just couldn't. The nightmare seemed too real. I have had nightmares before but none of them were anything like this. None of them traumatized me. Not like this one. There was something in this nightmare that lead me to know that it will happen again, that it was real. As I walked home, I realized I was near the woods. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"It's not real Angelina. It's not real." I repeated to myself making my fear go away. I walked more into the woods. My feet would step on some leafs and they would crack, making me jump every time.
"Just a bit more Angie." I told myself, trying to get confidence in me. To pass through the woods with no hesitation. As I walked closer to some bushes, I heard a twig crack. I jumped in fear. I backed up a little.
"Who's there?" I asked into nothing. I closed my eyes. "It's just your imagination." I told myself. As I walked slower towards the bush I heard a loud noise. I blinked my eyes and I saw someone coming out of it. I was in shock. The figure ran fast, I couldn't see his face all I saw was a white hoodie and dress pants. Then I remembered something.
Those clothes looked like the ones I heard in a story, my mother told me about a killer. I couldn't remember his name. I looked around and ran, I ran as fast as I could. I knew what the killer was capable of doing. As I got closer to my house, I slowed down, and quickly got in.
"Angie, are you alright?" My mother asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I asked her. I obviously wasn't fine. I was scared and I was freaking out.
"You seem scared." She told me.
"No, just tired. I-I'm going to do homework now," I told her while going up the stairs to my room. Hopefully I can forget about what I saw.
"Angie, don't worry. It's just your mind playing games." I told myself to relax.
"That was a close one Jeff," I told myself when I stopped running. I could've got caught. I feel bad for that girl, she has seen me and now she'll have to die. It's not my choice but that's my rule. If you see me, you won't live to tell anyone else about me. I took out my knife and chuckled. Slowly, the chuckling turned into full blown laughter.
One thing I needed to plan out was her death. How was that girl going to die? Slowly? Fast? Bloody? Clean? Alone or with her parents? I had a lot of thinking to do.
The daylight, passed by while darkness came up. I got my knife and put it in my pocket. I started chuckling as always. I walked towards her house, knowing it was hers. No one else lives in the woods. I stayed there for about a hour, to make sure everyone was a sleep. I looked up and saw there was a window. I climbed up and saw the window was in the girls room.
I opened it quietly and got in her room, little by little. I needed to be quiet. I didn't want to wake my victim. I got down and went on a desk near her bed. She turned a little and woke up. I jumped onto her and shut her mouth. "Don't scream. Just go to sleep."
I told her getting my knife out. She tried to get me off of her. I laughed to see her struggle. I was about to start cutting her mouth but something stopped me.
I felt a weird emotion telling me not to kill her, the emotion was strong. I didn't know what it was. I got off her and jumped back outside. I looked at what she did after. She got up and screamed in fear. Her mother came in moments later. She was curled up in a ball sitting. The window was open so I heard everything.
"Mom, it-it hap-happned ag-again. The-the figure it came back." the girl cried.
"Angelina, calm down. It was only a nightmare. It's your mind Angie, it's okay." Her mother said hugging her.
The girl looked scared and traumatized.
"You got lucky tonight Angelina. But you won't be lucky for long." I told myself, while jumping of from the window. I started chuckling, and thinking, 'Why didn't I kill her?'