Psycho In Mind
The rain poured, and the lightning crashed into the hills in the north. The ground splashed water on my shoes as I walked through the weedy path in the woods. My hair, long and soaked, hung out the sides of my drenched hood. My hands shook, my lips trembled, and I couldn’t even remember who I was.
"Where am I?" I wondered. How did I get here and who is touching me? I proceeded to turn around to see who had a firm grasp on the back of my right arm, but when I turned to look—was there a face or not? Either I freaked out due to the creepy man standing there in the freezing rain or I sat confused and helpless and wondering why I was seeing things that didn’t exist. What would I do? I made my way back to my dorm room anxiously. I couldn’t wait to get in bed and forget this ever happened. I know, I kept thinking, this is all just a dream.
I was running up the stairs as fast as I could. I couldn’t wait to get back. Then it happened, that feeling again that someone was right there. That eerie sensation that just runs up your spine, like you know you're in danger. But again, nobody was there. How can this be? I mean, I know he's right behind me this whole time, or is he? I kept asking myself this question. He was with me before, but I’m just not sure if he is gone or not. Does his presence still exist?
AHHHHH!!!! that screeching noise!!! It’s so louddddd!!!! Who's doing thissssss!!!! my head is about to explode!!!! I can’t take it anymore!!!!
I booked it into my room as fast as I could. I tripped over my chair and felt my way up the wall to the light switch. I turned it on and my mind stood still. In shock and disbelief, I glanced around the room. Blood stained the white walls with writing smeared onto just about everything. The words "I’M A KILLER" were written on the chest of my dead roommate with his blood still dripping from my fingers. Then it hit me; I guess he should have listened to me in the first place.