| abstract | - My father had lost his job, my mother was going through several anxiety attacks. We had to move out of house to a smaller beat down old house, in the middle of no-where. I was going to be transferred to a beat down old school, my parent's had to sell most of my thing's just to get by. It was all so horrible, but you just wait. It's just all.. horrible. I was sitting in my room, staring around. Boxes everywhere, I couldn't even remember what my room used to look like. I gathered my items, and moved it into the loading truck. My father stared at me, a gloomy look on his face. After a few hours of driving, we arrived at our old crap-pile of a house. I moved inside, my mother showing me to my room. As I began to unpack, I noticed a few things; The room was substantially smaller than all the other room's in the house, and the hardwood floor had a much thicker texture then the rest of the rooms. Examining closely, it looked like a really bad paint job. Funny. I don't recall many paint jobs on flooring. Time passed and as I unpacked my things, light began to slowly dissipate from the one-windowed room. I walked down into our kitchen, something reeking of rotten meat. My mother said we were ordering out for dinner and eating in the backyard. We went out, a small shed in the back, and a few chairs. Everybody ate their dinner in silence. When we were done, I took a quick shower, put on my clothes, and laid in bed, my door closed. I shut my eyes for what seemed like a second. Upon opening, I noticed the one window had a bright shining light, gazing onto the floor. As I looked down, I saw it. I froze instantly, not moving a muscle, holding my breath. He sat on the floor, his hands shackled up with chains. A man, a tall man. More of a shadow. I couldn't see much, just his dark reflection. I wanted to scream, to yell, to let out everything inside. But I couldn't... I just froze. The man suddenly looked at me, I saw two red eyes gleam out of that head. I will never forget those eyes. I closed my own eyes, trying to make it so he wouldn't notice me. I opened them again, the man was gone, there was no light coming from the window. I shut my eyes, trying to think it was a dream. Upon opening again, it seemed like it was morning. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I walked down to the kitchen, the horrible smell gone. After breakfast, my father asked me to go check out the shed to see if the old owners left anything behind. I walked out into the backyard, moving towards the shed. It was padlocked heavily, a chain around the front door. I told my father, and he handed me his work-axe, telling me to chop it off. The lock came off easily as I slowly creaked open the shed door. I moved inside, staring in. Everything fell away. It was dark.. the room shrunk. I felt like something had just hit the pit of my stomach, I wanted to throw up. I stared forward and I saw them. The man who was chained up in my "dream." Except this time, he had someone with him. A woman. Someone a bit shorter, also chained up. I began to notice something. The man was seeming to have the exact features as my father. The woman was about as tall as my mother. I moved forward, clutching the axe. The darkness took me over again. It was all over. Everything was better now. Everything. Suspect name: Kurt Hafford Victim name: Susy and Johnathan Hafford. Area: Vermont, Michigan. Crime: First degree murder of two victims. Recent report: The suspect, Kurt Hafford was charged with murder of both his parents. Upon arrest, Kurt was found with a bloody axe, believed to be owned by his father, Johnathan Hafford. Kurt was found to have a past record of mental inability, severe nightmares, and was prescribed 30 doses of ibuprofen daily. Kurt was admitted to a mental ward, sentenced for life. Kurt's room was searched and several bloody chains were found. Other victims could not be found upon searching.
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