Rahul Bagga
Ms. Pryor
AP English Language, Period 5
02 March 2016
Fear
The boy reached for his blanket and covered half of his face in fear. The footsteps continued, getting louder every step. “It’s just mom and dad” he told himself. “No need to worry.” Footsteps were heard getting closer and closer to his room door. LOUD but slow, fear was uprising into the young boy’s heart. Suddenly they stopped and started going away.
Scared the boy gets out of his bed and enters a dark hallway in his home. The sounds of the crickets and the rats in the attic seem to exemplify as he starts to get closer to this man. This man in front of his parent’s room had with him two trash bags and a huge machete on his back. But when the boy takes his first steps toward the man, the man stops, noticing movement behind him and quickly proceeds entering the room.
The light of his parent’s room had
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turned on and the door slammed shut. Then sudden laughter was heard from the room followed with yelling and cries. All one could hear is slicing of something and just real pain. There was a pause and the door creaked open slowly but loudly as the boy witnessed a man carrying two bags with something in it walking toward his direction. Fearful, the boy ran straight into his bed and acted as he was asleep the whole time so he can get away from the constant horror that was approaching his way. He tried to ignore his curiosity to look but he could not help it. He once again heard footsteps; which this time were coming his way. The door room opened slowly as the man was standing in the doorway with what seemed to be two trash bags filled with bodies. Peeking through the blanket, the boy could see the man writing something on his wall with blood from the bags. The man went outside after writing on the wall and took the trash bags with him. After some time, the boy’s eyes adjusted with the dark and he was able to read the wall. The wall had a message that shocked and sent chills throughout his body. It said “I can see you John and I will get you. I know you are awake…” scared for his life, John gets up from his bed and tries to find the man. Instead of finding the man, he finds the bags. Paralyzed by what’s inside those bags, he freezes and sees his parents dead, stabbed and cut from various places of their bodies like there were some cheap dolls thrown away. Chewed up like some dog toys. Furious, John grabs a knife from the kitchen and goes looking for the man. He spots the man in his parent’s room and goes foolishly right at him. Right when he gets there, the man turns around and grabs John’s arm. He threw John across the dark hallway and pulled out his machete smiling. John broke his wrist from the fall but had the strength to take a lamp from the room and throw it at the killing man. The man got a taste of a lamp to the face which resulted to a broken nose and him steaming with anger. A chase begins as John runs around the house and hides in the closet where the man could not find him. When the man turned around to search the other rooms, John starts walking silently toward the man who killed his loved ones. Sweat rolling down his face, (as the room seemed to get hotter by the minute), fear filled into John who gets closer to the man; as he gets closer, he can smell and hear the man inhaling and exhaling through his broken nose…then SUDDENLY John brings up the knife that he was holding tightly in his hand and sends it straight through the head of the killer, blood everywhere and a full size man down. As John stared down at his parents’ dead bodies in despair, the man arose from the hit so fast it was unreal and said “Do you not understand that I will catch you and kill you!? You cannot kill me. This is the price of entering the sacred room. Entering this room is like opening the door to death, welcoming it in like a friend. That’s what you did, and now you will pay! I am death and let’s begin..!” John was scared out of his life, and if he stayed in front of this man any longer, he would be taken out of this life. The man’s voice was so haunting that it seemed to just place fear into your heart that one cannot overcome. It clogged your veins to completely feel dry like there is no blood left in them. It made ones mouth dry and head start to shoot pain in multiple areas as well as making your heart burn for oxygen. Seeing John’s face, the man who calls himself death laughs and says, “You and your family have entered a place that one does not come out alive. I destroy people like you. Fearful of everything around you. I will personally destroy you for entering this home and trying to make it yours. THIS IS MY HOME! Humanity is so stupid…always trying to go against nature and taking over. I will not let that happen! I am death and I have killed many who entered this world thinking they could live here.” Suddenly he takes his blood filled machete and goes right for John’s head.
Swinging his machete around and around. Destroying anything in its path. The man seemed to get faster and faster every time he swung his machete. “Come here you little kid. I’m going to kill you like I did to your stupid parents! I am not done yet! Don’t ever come into this room ever again or you will turn out like your parents. DEAD! Leave now or I will rip your limbs apart!”
The man appeared to be hurt from the knife to the head earlier, blood everywhere, surrounded by body bags. Still recovering from the hit to the head, he fell on his knees. Full of fear, John felt like he was paralyzed because he could not move. Finally after a few seconds he realizes he has to tell someone in order for him to survive from the crazy killer. He remembers seeing a Police station nearby and decides to go there and tell them the dilemma he is in.
Running out of the house, he sprinted over to nearest police station. Knocking on the door, he cleaned the blood off himself, hoping to not seem crazy and obviously fearful. An officer
answered. “I have a problem. May I come in,” John pleaded, trying to stay as collective as he can and hide the fear in his eyes. “Sure kid,” he replied. Walking to the front office, he asks John for anything to drink, and john refuses quickly. The police man asks john, “So what is the problem kid?’’ John told the police men the whole story. At the end of it, sitting completely skeptical and confused about the situation, the police man asks, “Hey kid, where are your parents?” annoyed of the situation that seemed like a waste of time. “They are dead! The man killed them! I will take you to their room and show you their bodies in trash-bags. They accepted, and walked back into the house. Showing them to the home, John led the police men into his parent’s bedroom. Entering the room, he was in shock. The room was all clean. It looked like nothing had ever happened a few hours before. His parents’ bodies were not even there anymore. “I swear my mom and dad were in black bags, dead. Blood was everywhere! There was a message on the wall written from blood. I’m not crazy! You have to believe me, sir! I’m begging you!” The police looked at him like he was some lunatic, “I am sorry. Without evidence we can do nothing. This is unbelievable that a little boy would have killed a full size man and see his parents’ corpses in a bag. Impossible. I’m going to have to sent you to a hospital, now…because you need help.” “No sir! Please! You can’t just leave the killer there. He is there! Trust me…” John continued pleading as the Police dragged him out of his house, and called for a mental hospital ambulance to take John away. It arrived and the doctors put John to sleep because he seemed to completely have gone mad. It drove off to the asylum, carrying its troubled and fearful passenger. Police just calmly walk back inside the home to check out the room just to see what the boys was so fearful of. When they turned the knob of the door to the hallway, they heard mysterious noises in the hall. As footsteps on wooden floor and a screeching sound of something scratching the floor. With the guns out and flashlights on, they venture to the long dark hallway where they see a dark man like figure standing near the last room; holding two large bags and a big machete hung from his back dripping blood with the walls reading “I…can…see…you! And…I…will…get…you.”
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