"She's going to pay for this", I mumbled under my breath. My surrondings began to turn red as anger filled up my system. "What was that?", dad asked, getting a small glance at me before returning his gaze to the road. "Drop me off at Abigail's house," I replied without making any eye contact. "But-". " NOW!", I screamed. Dad didn't dare argue to argue back at me. He turned at the nearest roundabout and parked the car just at the end of Abigail's driveway. I quickly get out and opened the front door.

There was nothing. Plates were smashed. Curtains were ripped. I hesitated to place one foot inside the house. The airin it didn't seem normal. I felt my heart thump through my ears. "Brittany, I don't think you should just waltz into someone's house like you own it," dad remarked. I glared back at him until he got the hint. He rolled his window back up and slumped in his seat. I looked everywhere for a clue of where Abigail might be. I crept into the kitchen, while examining my surroundings. There was writing on the wall, which looked like it was made with blood. It said:

You Can't Hide From Me!

It took me a while to process what I was witnessing. I just wanted this nightmare to be over. I shouldn't have left Abigail by herself. I gawked at the far end of the hall. Abigail's room. Her door slashed and drenched in gore. I pondered as I opened the door. "Oh no! Abigail!", I shrieked.