I stood before a large wooden house. The paint was peeling and termites had probably started on the floorboards. It was large and old. I didnt like coming back here, but this was home to me. I didnt have anywhere else. I walked up to the door and unlocked it. The door creaked shrilly. 'God damn it! The bloody door needs oil again.'
I closed the door and ran up to the bathroom, dumping my bag on the top of the stairs. I took the plastic bag with me and rinsed it along with the scarf. Dark red blood mixed with the translucent water. I hung my scarf on the railing in the bathroom away and splashed water on my face. I wiped the water off with a towel and looked in the mirror.
'What the hell is wrong with you?' I felt like vomiting. It occurred to me to go see a doctor but then i remembered that if I told a doctor what happened it would spread like wildfire and somehow reach school. 'No, you just can't. You'll be fine, you probably just imagined it all. Maybe this is all a dream and you'll wake up and everything will be "normal" like it was before!'
I tried to convince myself this wasn't real, it was just a bad dream, maybe even a bit of a nightmare. I guess it sort of worked because I was able to move myself away from the mirror and into my room. It wasn't any better there. It was basically empty apart from a dresser, a bed and a few clothes and books strewn here and there.
I closed the wooden door and sat down, my back leaning on it. I put my head in my hands and drew my knees towards my body. 'Please let this be a dream, please let it all go away.' I started to rock back and forward gently. 'Maybe this is what a cannibal feels like while they are still sane. Or maybe when they realise something is wrong with them.' I could still feel the metallic and supposedly disgusting yet satisfying taste of my own blood.
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ParanormalChlöe had always had an obsession with cannibalism. It just interested her. She found it intriguing the way the cannibal's thought process worked, how and why they murdered and who they murdered. What astounded her most were signs and symptoms of be...