Chapter 1
The last thing I remember is hanging from the window, the wooden splinters piercing my skin. I tried to pull myself up but I was so weak I couldn't get half way. The pain in my arms was spreading down my back.
I could just make out a burning candle in the room on my far right. I saw a dark figure that was soon brightened by the light of the candle. The figure looked at me with eyes full of pain. It smiled and turned its head to the side slowly. Its right arm moved slowly to its opposite shoulder, a knife shone with its sharp blade. He slashed his own neck and screamed with pain .I started to feel stinging in my neck, the pain grew so terrible .I moved one of my hands from the window to hold my neck. I felt warmth and wetness, wondering what it was I moved my hand in front of my face until I could see what it was. Red liquid was racing down my fingers but stopped as it hit my sleeve leaving a deep red stain .I was bleeding so bad it began to run down my back. With tears in my eyes I grabbed the window with both hands again. I looked to the room where I saw the figure, it was not there .with relief my muscles released the pressure, which actually caused more pain in my arms.
I was still hanging from the window wondering how to get up so I can stop the bleeding. I heard footsteps running towards the window, just then the figure appeared and slashed my wrist. I let go of the window with pain, I had no strength to fight back. I looked up to the sky and knew I was falling to my death. Then as I hit the ground I woke up, gosh it was just a dream I said to myself.
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Chapter 2
I stood up and looked back at my bed, my sheets were stained with blood and I had emens pain in my back. I ran to the room where the window was, to see if the figure was still there. Before I opened the door, I took a deep breath and looked down at my wrist; a scar bulged out of my skin. With fear I almost screamed, I stopped myself by holding my hand in against of my mouth.
I looked down at the door handle, and slowly moved my hand towards it. My hand was shaking so bad I missed the handle at first. I tried again and turned the handle and opened the door not even 3 inches. I wanted to open it more but it wouldn't move.
Fingers folded over the door edge, with blood dripping from the tips. I was so scared I couldn't move. A voice rang out screaming such a horrible noise I closed my ears as tight as I could. I knew I couldn't possibly stay longer so I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, I stopped half way when I heard the noise grow .I looked up to see the dark figure emerge from the room still screaming.
The figure was a man but surly didn't look anything like a normal man his eyes where black as coal and his hair draped across his face as if it were wet, his mouth was stretched so bad you could fit a tennis ball into it, his body seemed as if it were paralysed .it seemed as if he was anorexic or had a disease of some sort, his skin was as Wight as snow .his neck, you could see blood dripping from a deep cut which stained his clothes. I felt my neck remembering the pain I felt hanging from the window. I was so horrified I couldn't scream, my voice felt as if it were ripped right out of me.
I continued running towards my door way .I ran outside but tripped over my door step ,I was in so much pain I couldn't get up .
I felt a warm object grabbing my shirts collar , knowing what it was I gave the loudest scream I could .but the man rushed his bloody hand over my mouth ,holding it so tight my lips felt as if they were bleeding.
he pulled me back inside the house with force ,my feet dragging on the floor. He pulled me till I was in front of a mirror . I wanted to look at his reflection ,but my eyes were drained with tears ,I could see nothing. He stretched a knife to my throw. He took the knife from my neck to my back ,dragging it up my shirt forcing it to lift slightly. He started playing with my hair dragging it up and down my head. He moved the knife from my head, and just then I heard a terrible sound and knew what had happened .
I turned around and saw the man out stretched on the floor with the knife jabbed into his chest. With disgust from all the blood ,I was still relieved the man lay dead in front of me.
My chest felt as if it were collapsing into my lungs. I bent over trying to get rid of the pain ,I moved my hand to my chest ,and my fingers sank into the hole in my chest. I ran outside to see if there was anyone to help me but with only 3 steps out my door I dropped to the ground having no strength to carry on.
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Chapter 3
The next day I woke up on the grass outside my door with my hand still on my chest.
When I got the energy to move again I first felt my chest . There was no pain in my body. I stood up slowly still feeling shaky about what happened last night .
I moved towards the house to see if the man still lay dead on my floor. But there was no trace of anything that happened that night, although in the same spot of with the man lay dead was a burning candle and that same knife full of blood.
A knock at the door frightened me, but I remembered that my parents were coming to visit me from Africa today. I ran to the door so relieved to know someone would be with me. I opened the door feeling the cool breeze blowing my hair back.
There was no one at my door .I closed the door again and leaned on the back exhausted. I was trying to take everything in that happened that night, I didn't know if it was real or not. I didn't know why I was feeling pain when he did or why he wanted to make both of us suffer .did I do something to him or someone he knows I truly don't know. thinking about those words he said
"it's your turn to feel my pain"
It made no sense but then again when does the world make sense?
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Chapter 4
I felt heavy breathing on my neck, my skin tightened to my body with the fear. I turned round but closed my eyes ,scared of what I would see next. I opened one eye seeing the man stand in front of me with the knife in his hand still dripping. He opened his mouth and spoke with such a loud voice I could hardly make out what he said
"It's your turn for my pain " the man said smiling
I was trying to figure out what that meant .
Just then he stabbed me in my throught ,and turned the knife to the right . I couldn't breathe ,I was amazed that I wasn't dead yet.
I fell to the ground staining the floor with my blood.
He looked at me and smiled ,he said.
"You will never truly die with your pain or mine. But we will both suffer ,you will feel my pain I'll feel yours ,but you will never die till my death do us part"
This is what I hear every night before he comes to make me suffer.
I cannot kill myself for I would just wake again . All I can do is suffer and same to him.
I would not let him make me suffer no more . So I waited one night with a knife in my hand.
When he appeared to make us suffer I slashed his throw and both wrists. Trying not to feel the pain but it was unbearable I fell to the ground in pain right next to the man as he lay on the floor . He turned his head to face me and said "
"You might have killed me but the pain I feel now which you cannot die from ,is the pain you will feel every night at this exact time"
He closed his eyes and seemed as if he were at a deep rest.
