• Living Nightmare

    Friday, October 17, 6:31 a.m.

    sit on my bed half awake, half asleep, and awoken by the six o’ clock train. I was still being haunted at what I had become the night before, my skin still felt cold. I couldn’t move until about half past six, and then I reached over and opened the top drawer of my oak wood night stand and took out my journal. I had a habit of writing down everything that happens the pervious day, especially when it was like last night.

    Now, I walk to my desk and start my laptop. I had been trying to find information about my condition and found nothing. I always have to be careful around others, certain things, ugh, certain things have a tendency to make me change how I am. I guess I should just say what I am and get it over with.

    I am a half demon; my skin turns a dark gray and my eyes turn blood red when I change. I can’t control the need to kill someone when I change; someone is always dead on the news the next morning. They can never catch me.

    No one has found out what I am, I always sigh in relief when I can keep my demon half from taking over. I stay away from everyone as much as I can, but it’s hard in this small town. Everyone seems so mashed together you can hardly breathe, the only time when it’s quiet and nothing stirs is at night. How do you think I get away with murdering people when my demon half takes over?

    Anyway, my computer finally turned on and I went through all my old files from how knows how long ago and deleted them. I really didn’t need them, all they were just old school reports from the seventh and eighth grade.

    Friday, October 17, 6:45 a.m.
    Last night was one of those nights, my half demon emerged and took over, again. I’m getting sick of this; I mean why this happening to me is? How did this happen, And why? No one else in my family has a demon sealed inside of them and kills people of this every night! I’ve search and searched for an answer, but I’m not able to find anything. Ugh, anyway this is what happened.
    I woke up about midnight, like always, and my skin had already turned dark gray and my eyes were beginning to turn blood red. I remember stepping quietly out of bed; I walked to my bedroom and slowly turned the knob. I walked in the hallway and down the stairs, my parents were asleep in there bedroom, I opened the front door and walked into the cold night. I inhaled the crisp air and remembering saying something in my demonic voice “This seem like a good night for killing.” Is what I said. I began defending the steps to our porch, and down the walk and onto the sidewalk.

    I remember seeing an older man when I had walked as far as the park, he was turned around and when I approached him everything went black. When I woke up I was lying next to the man body with blood on my hands, He had a hole the size of my hand in the back of his neck, you could see right through. I had quickly got to my feet and ran home as fast as I could, I remember thinking: Not again! I should be in Hell right!

    When I got home, I washed my hands in the bathroom sink. Then I went into my room and went back to sleep, and now I’m writing this. I guess that’s all for now.

    I looked at my computer and a window came up telling me I had just received an e-mail, it was from my best friend, Vlad. Vlad is a tenth grader, like me, he is the trouble maker at school. He always seems to be cutting class and I never know where he is. In his email he was rambling about some haunted House he lived near. This is what it looked like:

    Melody,
    You have to believe me this time! I saw another phantom around that house again, you have to come and see! And I know you don’t like talking about it, but on the news I saw that someone found a man dead in the park this morning. Was it you? Well, anyway I need you to check my website spiritarenearme.com.
    -Vlad
    Vlad loves to film that house he lives near; he tells me it’s haunted. I don’t believe him though, ghosts aren’t really my thing. But, I emailed him back.

    Vlad,
    You know I don’t believe in ghost but I’ll watch the video anyway. And yes it was me who kill the guy. But, like I said I’ll watch the video.
    - Melody

    Now I have a video to watch.