I'm suddenly woken up in the middle of the night by the scratching sound on the other side on my door, within the hallway. It sounded as if someone scratched their nails long and hard on a chalk board.

The sound repeated unending, until I finally desided to glance at the clock. It's almost 2:00

I sit up and my eyes open, and they quickly adjusted to the lighting in my room. My feet touch the floor and a shiver came to me, it rolled down my spine and I grab a small blanket at the bottom of my bed to swing around me.
As I walk slowly and cautiously to the door, my hands held onto the door knob and I twisted it.
I opened it only an inch and looked out into the narrow hallway.

When I looked to my left, behind the door, I saw a figure; my mother.
For the past 2 years she was diagnosed with Celiac Disease. The symptoms would become fatal at some point, but she's not crazy. I never understood the disease, but I just know that it doesn't go away over night.

She was dressed in her pjs, her eyes were wide and they starred at the ground, her hair was pulled back into a braid and she looked sad.
I walked towards her a few steps and she mumbled something in a low voice

"There's fire everywhere."
She said and lifted her head to look at me.

"Come on mom, lets get you back to bed."
I say softly and hold her hand. I guided her to the door of her bedroom, where my father was sleeping and opened the door for her to walk in.

The door shut infront of me and I walked back to my room. I locked the door behind me and climbed into bed with Bella at my feet, keeping them warm.

I have to wake up at 4, which means I have about 2 hours of sleep. But i'm not tired.
Just forget about it.
I grab the remote and press the red button for the on switch. The news was on and they announced that in town there has been a house burning.
Instead of frowning my eyebrows at the screen for an hour, I switch the channel to some cartoons. I haven't watched any since I was a little.

*2 hours later*
I get out of bed in a fast paste since i'm already awake and when I finally get my clothes on and finish my makeup for a day at school, I open my door and walk only a few feet than stop dead in my tracks.

There was a red stain on the carpet. It had drips heading to my parents room across the hall from me.
I followed the tracks but carful of where my feet stepped.
My hands grasped the knob and my eyes watered slightly.

When I walked into the room, My father was still as a corpse and my mother was nowhere to be found.
He was laying on the same position I saw him in when I walked my mother to bed this morning. His eyes were closed but he was covered in blood.
I cover my mouth with my hand and I try to hold in the tears but all that does is make them come faster.

Who would do this?!

Why?

I scream to the top of my lungs and turned around, the tears stop for a second.
There was someone with a black leather jacket, it had a mask over his face, almost like a clown.
It also held a small kitchen knife that dripped with blood.
Its eyes looked into mine as if they knew my dark secrets.

"You monster!."
I screamed at it, but it just tilted its head and took a step forward.

I'm terrified of clowns, they have always been my worst fear; with their white faces, red nose and sharp teeth.
Suddenly, the clown ran closer and its hand hit me right across my mouth. It happened so fast, the only thing that I could do, was fall to the ground.

I get up onto my feet and make a run for the door, but it grabs me and handcuffs my hand to a the radiator just a couple feet away.

I screamed louder and pulled with all my strength to get them off, but it's no use, i'm not super human. I'm nothing.

My father was a retired police officer. Therefore he had things, like guns and handcuffs stashed around the house.

It reached into a pocket and pulled out a small bullet.

As the clown came closer, the bullet was forced into my mouth.
Its finger lifted and twitched from side to side, as it it meant 'no'

I try and spit the bullet out, but it quickly ducktaps my mouth shut. The thick tape wrapped around my head and stuck to my hair, squeezing my face.

My legs were then duck-taped together.
It turned around and walked slowly to the door, but turned around and gave me a slow and devilish wave, than it walked through the door and disappeared from sight.

I felt the smooth shell of the bullet in my mouth and suddenly a cough comes, it slid down my throat. I scream through the tape again in horror.
It felt as if it blocked air from coming to me.

I can't breathe.
smoke. I smell smoke.

I could see shadows dancing from the hallway. They glowed of death, that thing lit the house on fire.
With me in it.

Notes

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