It started in my room, during a solitary moment when the clock hit midnight. The recollections of my two friends’ deaths in this house overwhelmed me. This occurred on a Friday evening while my parents attended a party. To avoid being alone, I had asked my two dearest friends to come over. We were gathered in my room, engrossed in our laptops, playfully messaging each other. Out of nowhere, we received an unsettling message from ‘yourworstnightmare84’ advising us to be careful because our worst fear would manifest that night. The three of us exchanged apprehensive gazes.
Michelle appeared pale and Kylie was filled with fear as she nervously questioned, “Who sent this?” In an effort to calm them down, I replied, “It’s probably just someone trying to scare us. Don’t be scared.” Suddenly, a new message popped up on the screen: “Maybe you should be worried.” Worriedly, Michelle inquired, “Does that mean he’s inside our house?” Hastily, I reassured her by saying, “No. It seems like the microphone on my laptop must have transmitted my voice to this unsettling person’s computer.” Michelle let out a relieved sigh and added with relief, “That’s good news because I really need to go to the bathroom.”
After leaving the room, Kylie and I both powered off our laptops. We engaged in a lengthy conversation lasting for an hour and a half, focusing on the attractive boys at our school. It was during this discussion that we realized Michelle had not come back yet. Concerned about her well-being, Kylie volunteered to check on her since she had been in the bathroom for quite some time.
I waited patiently for their return but grew increasingly worried when several minutes went by without any sign of them. Determined to uncover the cause of the delay, I sprinted down the stairs until reaching the bathroom door. Anxiously opening it, I was met with a horrifying sight: Michelle’s gaze.
Michelle and Kylie suffered a horrifying fate when they were brutally stabbed, resulting in their throats being slit and their t-shirts stained with blood. I found myself paralyzed by fear, torn between the desire to escape from the house where the killer couldn’t harm me and my body’s inability to respond. However, after hesitating for a moment, I mustered up the courage to sprint towards the door. Just as I was about to reach it, a menacing man grabbed hold of my throat and trapped me in a suffocating grip. Gasping for air, I somehow gathered enough strength to forcefully thrust my fist forward and strike him with all my might.
After stumbling back, I rushed to my backyard and discovered that my gate was locked, leaving me trapped. The killer aggressively came towards me, but miraculously, I narrowly avoided his attack with his bloodied knife. Instead, he plunged into the deep end of my pool where he struggled for air despite not being able to swim. Without hesitation, I immediately called the police who arrived in just five minutes. Soon after, my parents also arrived on the scene and finally brought a sense of relief as this terrifying night came to an end.
