Just a quick reminder:
f/c = favourite colour
f/m = favourite music

Oh boy, where do you begin?

It's been a few weeks since you moved, you're still settling into school, and the neighbourhood seems kind enough, although a little on edge. Your parents were stressed and overly busy with work as well, since the move put them behind, they are keeping themselves busy all day and most of the night trying to catch up on things.

Which left you with nothing much to do on the weekends.

So, on a rather cloudy Saturday, you decided to go for a walk, take in more of the neighbourhood, explore. Besides, it was a rather nice-looking area.

You walked down the street, hands in your jumper pockets and earphones blasting (f/m) into your ears. Seeing a bus stop, you walked over and sat down, bobbing your head to the beat of the song. But you froze when you saw a dark stain on the pavement, the red-ish brown splatter seemed to burn itself into your mind, and the sudden feeling of being watched gave you goosebumps.

"Oh great, another hoodie lover..." A boy walked over, his arm in a cast and a bruise was covering half of his face, an eye puffy and mostly closed. He was a rather plumb boy, his hair long and stringy and his one good eye looked more dead than alive.

You stared at him, before taking your earpiece out, "Excuse me..?"

"Let me guess, you moved in down the road..?" He tilted his head, before letting out a sigh, "I take it you don't know the story."

"Story...?" You gave the kid a cautious look, who was he? And why was his face in such a bad state?

"Yeah, about a month ago, a family moved into the same house, they were weird, too friendly. Their son was crazy, he did this to me and I still haven't properly recovered..." He pointed to his face, "I'm lucky to be alive. But my friends..."

He closed his one good eye and let out a sigh, "They found that guy's family dead, his older brother was the only survivor to some sort of attack. And the psycho disappeared."

The kid shivered slightly, "He's coming for me, I know he is..."

You watched him as he stared at the dark stain on the ground, before standing and stepping back slowly.

"That sounds... Crazy alright.." You mumbled, "But thanks for the heads up.. Uh.."

"Troy." He stated, turning his gaze back to you, "Be careful, he might come back. This place isn't as nice as it seems."

You gave him a weak smile, before taking off down the road and back to your new house. Bursting through the door, you searched for your parents. The rooms downstairs were empty, and your heart started to beat in your ears. You rushed upstairs and swung their bedroom door open, freezing in the spot at the sight that filled your eyes.

Your parents were sprawled out over the bed, blood seeping through the sheets. Your mother was on her back, her head turned to the side to show large cuts coming from her mouth and up to the sides of her face, creating a deranged smile. Your father was laying on his back, the same wounds inflicted on his face.

Both had stab wounds, your mother having them all over her back and your father having a few in his chest. Their glassy eyes burnt into your mind and you let out a scream, running down the stairs. You hurried into the kitchen and grabbed the home phone, dialling 000 (Australia's 911).

That's when your mother ran into the kitchen, an alarmed look on her face and her phone in hand.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?"

You froze, staring at her. The phone clicked as someone answered on the other end, but you did nothing. Your mother waited for your response, before taking the house phone from your hand and speaking into it,

"My apologies, there seems to have been a mistake." She said and hung up, putting it back. She turned to you, now looking annoyed.

"What is wrong? Will you answer me?"

You blinked, shaking your head, "You... Dad..."

"We were in the office, what do you need?"

"I-I saw you upstairs.. You were dead.."

Your mother raised a brow, "Are you sure?"

You bit your lip, it was obvious she was right in front of you, but if she is, then what did you just see? You excused yourself, saying you must just be tired, before walking upstairs and back to their room. When you looked inside, it was clean, empty of dead bodies.

So what was it you just saw?

You sighed and held your head, before walking to your room and closing the door. Who knows, maybe you were tired. Maybe that guy, 'Troy's story got to you. But how would you know what the dead parents of that psycho would look like? Wound wise of course.

And why did you see your parents of all people?

Flopping onto your bed, you sighed and closed your eyes. The silence of the room was both calming and unsettling, and the image was stuck in your mind. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but when you next opened your eyes, the room was dark, the moon being the only light shining through the window.

You let out a small groan as you sat up, clearly you had fallen asleep. Your head pounded as your walked across the room to turn the light on, but you stopped when a shadow appeared in the window.

Turning your gaze, you saw a hooded figure perched on the branch of the tree outside, staring into your room. Your eyes widened slightly at the bloodstains on the white hoodie, and you knew instantly that this was the guy Troy had been talking about.

He crawled to the window, sliding it up slowly as he watched you, bright blue eyes peaking out from under the shadowed hood.

You were frozen, stuck in place as you watched him climb into your room. Was he going to kill you? Of course he was, look at him. Once he was on the floor, he stood straight and stretched, the shine of a knife caught your eyes as he lowered his arms, covered in fresh blood.

He gave a light chuckle as you stepped back, unable to move any further. The hooded person looked around the room, before tilting his head,

"So this is what you've done to my room.." He mumbled, taking in your décor, which wasn't much considering you just moved.

"Why... Why are you here?" You spoke quietly, not wanting to trigger anything,

He turned his ice gaze back to you, and you saw a flash of red across his mouth. You wondered what the rest of his face looked like.

He seemed to smile, a wide smile that in the light looked off, and he stepped towards you, "Watching a rat squirm in it's trap..."

He let out a chuckle as you paled, stepping back against the door of your room. The knife in his hand glinted again and he lunged at you, swinging it at your chest. You didn't think, only ducking under his arm and tackling him to the ground.

The mystery guy let out a grunt as his hood fell back, his head whacking against the wood flooring. You had him down and his face was shown, a large smile was carved into his face, and his eye-lids were non-existent.

You freaked, falling back and he only laughed as he sat up. What was this guy's deal?

"Someone that fights back.. And actually saves themselves..." He chuckled, his shoulders shaking as if in pain, "That's new... Ngh.."

He held his stomach, before looking out the window, "Guess I'll have to come back for you... I think you re-opened something.."

You only watched as he stumbled back through the window and climbed into the tree. You felt like you should stop him, but the thought of him stabbing you kept you in place.

Besides, what did he mean by re-opened?

He jumped down from the tree, groaning again and doubled over. You frowned, before throwing your own hoodie on and climbing out the window, curiosity seeming to finally get the best of you.

Even if this is going to get you killed.

I'm sorry ;-; The ending is really rushed but I didn't know how to end it, and yes I plan to write a part 2. Anyway, see you guys later...
RJ Out!!! (17/01/19)