Nightmares Can Become Reality - scary - murder - knife - cold -

He was right in front of me. I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t walk away. It was too late. My body stiffened. It felt as if my legs were made of stone. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream. He stepped closer towards me. He pushed me against the wall. His breath came in my face. He looked into my eyes. Suddenly everything turned black…

One day I was walking towards home. It was rainy, misty and cold outside. School had been very boring that day and nothing went the way I wanted it to. It was as if the weather alarmed me, as if it was a warning something bad was about to happen. As I walked home, I heard someone scream. It sounded like a cry for help, but it could’ve also been a cry of happiness, so I kept walking. Then I heard it again, the echo filled the streets. The sound came from the street where my house was; the street I was walking towards to. Even though I heard screams and it really freaked me out; I kept walking. I just wanted to be home as fast as I could. When I entered my street I noticed I was the only one there. It was really creepy; walking there by myself in the rain, with the fog covering the streets. There was this awkward silence, which gave me a very strange feeling. Then out of the blew I heard the scream again, this time more frightening, even louder than I had heard before. I was all alone and really scared so I started walking faster and faster, till I noticed I was running from something I didn’t feel comfortable with. Finally, after having run a few hundred metres, I reached my heavy, wooden oak door.

My hands were shaking, but eventually I managed to force the door open. I thought I would feel comfortable in my own home, but even that was too much to ask for. All the lights were turned off and it was freezing. No-one was at home, not even my identical twin sister; who would normally always sit on the sofa when I got home. I called out to her, but I didn’t receive an answer. I walked up the stairs and saw that a door was wide open. I silently walked towards the door and heard something move which really scared me. I reached the open doorway en slowly looked into the room. I walked into the room but saw nothing except a broken glass on the floor; as if there had been a struggle. The wooden floor made cracking sounds as I walked towards the bathroom door. A vague light appeared from under the door and I slowly opened it.

I was shocked. My sister was laying on the floor. A puddle of blood surrounded her lifeless body. Her lips were bleeding, they had been cut open, and blood stains covered the area surrounding her heart. The knife which had stabbed her and had ended her life lay on her lap. It was awful to see my sister laying there dead on the floor and I was very shocked, but the strange thing was that I wasn’t sad. I just knew it was going to happen. I saw her entire death scene before, I saw the exact room and the exact same knife and bleeding lip before. I had seen my sisters death in the same bathroom the other night. Apparently what I had seen the other night was just a ghost, or a vague image of something that was yet to come. As I sat there, next to the dead body of my identical twin sister, I saw a shadow behind the shower curtain. I tried to walk away, but it was too late..

A dirty looking man appeared from behind the curtain. His face was covered in blood, probably my sister’s, and he stormed my way. I tried to run away, but I stepped in the broken glass which lay on the floor of the bedroom. I fell and the man grabbed my arm. He forced me to step up and pushed me against the wall. As his face was close to mine, I recognized it. It seemed as if I had seen him before, I just didn’t know from where or how. He mumbled a few words, and he said them full of anger. He said he had killed the wrong one. He said it was meant for me, that I should’ve been the one laying on that bathroom floor, stabbed in the heart. He threw me on the floor and the moment I tried to stand up I noticed he had a knife in his hands, the same knife he had killed my sister with. He was standing right in front of me. I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t walk away. It was too late. My body stiffened. It felt as if my legs were made of stone. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream. He stepped closer towards me. He pushed me against the wall again, just like he had done before. His breath came in my face. He looked in my eyes. Suddenly everything turned black.