• I took another deep breathe and hoped to god he wouldn't see my soul exit and enter back in. It was dark, and the beat of my heart was bouncing off of this small, stuffy closet. Blood dripped from my lips to the very tip of my finger. Slowly it dripped from the tip of my finger to the floor and I hoped to god he wouldn't feel my pain.
    Suddenly I heard a cry from above. I knew, I knew he found my sister, my baby sister. I couldn't help to think what he did to her. I tried so hard to hold in my tears, but I started to shake. I was too loud for him.. and I could hear footsteps come down the stairs slowly, he was in no rush. He came to the bottom of the steps and I tried to be stronger. Slow and with eaze he walked towards the door. I knew he was trying to not make much noise but with every step he took there was a creeking sound on the wooden floors of my home that would give me chills up and down my spine. Closer and closer he came. His hand creeping towards the doorknob. Slowly, very slowly opening it. I looked up and saw a shadow of a hand coming closer and closer. I could not do anything, and my dreams were about to end.
    It seemed as if the blood was dripping faster and my breathe got heavier and heavier. I had gotten goosebumps, I was cold. I felt my death, he was the reaper and there was no turning back.
    The hand got closer, closer to my face. I realized that he had saved the best for last and I could taste how he was going to torture me, end me.