Bio of a stranger

A personal account by Emily Smith

Dear whoever may be reading this:

            I don’t know if I will make it out alive. Every night I keep having these nightmares, only their not nightmares, they are really happening to me. We just moved into this new house and since the very first day I walked into it, I had a bad feeling about it. It was huge and refurnished, it was out in the country and it was very beautiful but it was very quiet because there were no neighbors around. There were trees everywhere and since it was fall there were leaves all over the ground and I was in charge of raking all the leaves in our acres of land and getting them off our drive way which always felt like it was a mile long.

            I went in and explored our new three story house because it was huge and I wanted to pick out my room first before anybody else did. I went downstairs to the kitchen and was talking to my mother and I noticed there was this door just in the middle of nowhere in my kitchen. I went to go open the door and my mom slapped my hand and told me not to go down there and I just said okay and walked away. I was determined to go down there, what if there was a room down there that could be my bedroom? But I wondered what was down there that my parents did not want me to see? The next day we started moving our things into our new house. I picked a room upstairs on the third floor I thought that would get me away from noises and being a teenager I wanted my own privacy. I disliked my parents for not letting me go into that room. What was down there that they did not want me to see? What could possibly be so bad…? I mean I’m going to be living in this house to and I can’t just not know what is behind that door I mean I couldn’t handle the peer pressure I go through every day when I looked at that door. It was like something was screaming at me come down, open me… So the day went on and I just ignored the door. So time went on and I started my new school, met new friends but the only thing that stunk was that my parents worked nights and I would be home alone in a new huge house and it was scary at times.

            The next day I went to bed early that night because I was tired from school. I had this horrible dream that something came up behind me and whispered something in my ear but when I turned really fast to look I tripped over this hole and looked back to see what could have possible knocked me down to cause me to trip over this hole but there was nothing there.. And from that day I kept on having these dreams over and over again but I would wake up before I could go explore what room I was in or where I even was. I woke up from my dream sweating and I realized I hadn’t even changed from my school uniform from school earlier that day. It was still dark out it was about two in the morning and I heard a noise, and that was unusual because my room was on the third floor and no one was home and it was hard to even hear things from downstairs in the first place. I walked down all the stairs and kept hearing this smashing noise, like someone or something kept hitting against a wall. I went downstairs and looked all around the house and I finally reached the kitchen when I heard the noise coming from behind the door in the kitchen. I wanted to open it really bad but I had remembered that my mom had told me not to but I had to, I had to know or figure out what was making this noise. I opened the door and I had no idea that I had a basement. I didn’t want to go down I swear but I kept on hearing a noise and I had to know what it was. I walked down the stairs and stupid, stupid, me forgot to close the door behind me. I looked all around and the floors were wood and it smelt so bad. The walls were black and it was very dim lighted. I kept on walking and followed the noise. All of a sudden when I turned the corner I saw my father he didn’t know that I was behind him, but he was hitting something against a table with a hammer that I cannot even explain to you what it looked like, it looked like blood was everywhere but it was weird because there were flowers all around in the room that it looked like people had bought. All of a sudden I heard something being whispered in my ear and the next thing I know I tripped over this hole in the wood, I knew I was going to get caught my mom had told me over and over again not to go into this room, but I was scared what was my father doing, I’m going to be dead if I get caught down here. So I go to get up and I noticed my father had not heard me, but when I turn and look up I saw my mother with his serial killer look on her face….. and then I woke up.