Parents! I mean, I am twelve. I thought they would never leave. They’re only at a neighbour’s house party.
The summer heat is starting to mellow as the sun disappears. I locked and double checked the doors and windows. Crazy! Nothing ever happens in Deadsville. No one else is here. I plug into my walkman, dancing to ACDC, munching on Cheese Dip and chips. Usually, a definite no-no. Shaking my long, black ponytail, it catches on the cord and whips the earphones off and onto the floor. The sudden quiet shocks me. My fav horror movie of all time, Friday the 13th , was on earlier. Do not think about that, idiot!
“Crash! Bang! Crash!” Was that from downstairs? No, outside, I think. Panic flutters. Goosebumps. “Susan, get real. Your imagination needs a leash. It’s breezy tonight, something was knocked over, probably a garbage can”. I listen, but nope, nothing more. I am definitely not going down in the basement to look. “AAAh! Oh no! Cheese Dip! right down the front of my tank top! and of course it’s on my white shorts too!” Angrily, I put on my flip-flops, and head down the hall to the bathroom…
“Susan, dear, we’re home”. The light from the hallway shines on a pool of blood.