The Homicide House Part Five

I think I died. It was interesting. I’ve never been murdered before. But I don’t understand why I woke up.

Perry was singing again. It was a sweet song. It sounded like she had practiced before. A chill ran down my spine as I realized the lyrics to the eerie tune. “Happy Deathday to you,” she sang, it echoed through the asylum like a phantom. “Happy Deathday to you, Happy Deathday dear Emma,” The last word lingered in my mind, chipping away at my subconscious, I was… dead?

I was dead. And it was finally starting to sink in. I faintly remember Perry hanging me. But I thought it was a dream. Apparently it wasn’t, and it was all very, very, real. I opened my eyes, and for a second, I didn’t think I did. It was dark. So very dark. Ever since I was little, I have been afraid of the dark. I was convinced that there were monsters in my closet and that I could see faces staring back at me through the darkness. And even now, in the pitch blackness, a deathly chill iced through my bones, like I was being watched. I quickly swung my head from left to right, hoping to find the creature of my nightmares.

And there she was, sitting on the ceiling, still singing. The lights flickered on, and I sat up. Perry spidered down the wall of the rafters and sat next to  me, examining me, trying to decide whether or not I was real or not. As if she had concluded that I was alive, I thought I had seen her eyes flash red. Blood red. She was mad. And I was about to get it.

“How are you back?” she whispered, staring daggers at me.

“I-I… I don’t know,”

“How are you back!?” Perry shrieked. I could tell that she was bursting with rage. I was too scared to say anything, for fear she would kill me again if my words weren’t in her favor. She clutched my hand and dragged my body behind her like I was a limbless rag doll.

As she approached Misty and Luna, their eyes widened in confusion and amazement. Luna growled at me, and Misty laughed. She burst out laughing like someone had just told her the funniest thing she had ever heard. Perry glared at her, but Misty wouldn’t stop laughing. “Did you have something to do this donkey coming back, Misty?” She stopped laughing for a second, staring at Perry, then at me, then Perry, then me again. And so on again with the laughing.

Her insane laughter was chilling, but it made me want to break out in evil laughter as well. And then, I started cracking up too. It was unexplainable, why was I laughing at my own death and sudden resurrection? As Misty and I sat there, laughing hysterically for reasons I will never know, Perry got angrier and angrier. She had eventually had enough with our amusement, and threw me to the side, knocking the breath out me. I slowly sat up, sputtering and trying to hold onto my breath. Misty had stopped her giggling frenzy and cracked a small smile at Perry, who was not amused. Misty raised her eyebrows and smiled a deathly smile. Misty sunk into the murky depths of her pond. Perry bitterly turned her back on the pond and turned to me and Luna. Luna was obviously annoyed, growling at me still, eyes bright yellow in anger.

Then, Luna pounced on me, and just in time, I ran. I scrambled to find a place to hide, and still there being nowhere to go, I was left with no option but to run.

Then I saw it. The hole. The safe haven that was my escape. I dashed for it and dove through the bright patch of light in the wall. Although they couldn't see me, I could see them. I could see the crease in the middle of Luna’s eyebrows tightening in confusion. She cocked her head and stared where I had suddenly disappeared.

Perry strode over calmly and looked through the hole I had found. Her ice cold eyes pierced me and I started backing up carefully. My cautious walking turned into a sprint. I turned around and ran for my life. It’s funny because that’s been the third time this week I had to do that. I turned and looked back and, she wasn’t chasing me. She was standing there, looking at me gleefully. A cynical  smile plastered across her face, she said “Nice escape route. For a deer.” I stopped in my tracks and turned around. She had already gone through the hole. She ushered Luna out too, then yelled, “Sorry, Misty!”

The Corpse, The Clown, and The Sadie

DISCLAIMER- This is a story based on the dream I had last night! I know it's random but it's a dream! You can listen to me reading this story out loud PLUS commentary on my YouTube channel- MeowsInSpace! Enjoy!

I was at the park with all of my friends from my old school and all of my friends from my new school. But it wasn’t just friends. It was also people I knew… but weren’t that close with. Anyway, we were hanging out when I looked over and saw a man collapse on the ground. I rushed over to ask if he was okay, only to find… nothing. There was nothing there but a box. I looked everywhere for the man, he was nowhere. I even looked in the box! Then suddenly I looked up and saw a man in one of those lawnmowers you can drive. He said “Don’t worry, he’s fine.” Despite the man’s words, I was horrified as he sucked the box up into his lawnmower. Suddenly, the scene changed, and I was sitting in a car, I looked out of the window and saw the man falling to the ground and dying again and again, as if on some kind of sick broken record.

I blinked a few times, and looked out of the window and saw a red nose. I cocked my head to one side in confusion, it then slowly lifted it’s head. It was the clown from “It.” I froze, and automatically looked around the car, finding one of the doors was unlocked, I was so petrified I couldn’t reach over to lock it. What convinced me to move was the fact that he could crawl in and kill me if I didn’t. I sat there, hyperventilating, saying it was just a dream, and that he couldn’t hurt me. God would protect me. It was just a dream. But then the question arose in my head, “Was it a dream? It seemed so real.” The clown snaked around the car, knocking on the windows, and screaming, and laughing maniacally.

The scene switched again, and Sadie appeared in the driver’s seat next to me. I immediately lunged for her, hugging her.

“Jessie? Are you okay?”

“Sadie! Sadie!” I shouted, choking on my words. “Help! Please help! It’s so terrible! I saw people die Sadie! I saw a psycho killer clown, please HELP ME!”

She looked at me, unbelieving. “Come on, Jess, stop trying to scare me. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but  you need to get home.”

“I KNOW I do, Sadie! You need to help me!” I cried, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. She looked at me like “seriously?”  and I cried for her to believe me.

Eventually, without Sadie’s hands or feet on the gas pedals or steering wheel, the car slowly pulled out of the parking lot. Her eyes widened in surprise and fear. “I told you!”

This is when I started to tell Sadie that we needed to get out of the car. “Sadie! We need to jump out! Come on! Please!” I yelled, pulling her sleeve.

“Jessica, I am not jumping out of a car.”

“Sadie! This is a dire situation! JUMP!”

After a long argument, with salt water dripping from my eyelashes, I jumped out of the car… by myself. I knew that the car could take her anywhere, and that I probably wouldn’t see her again. As I was walking through the parking lot, I turned and saw Sadie, now driving the car, swerving it around and towards me! One of my best friends was trying to run me over! I dodged, and ran, the car cornered me, and I knew it was over. Accepting my fate, I looked Sadie into the eyes. She then rolled down the window and said “You should’ve known I was a fake.” The car slammed into me with full force, and my last thought was “at least I’ll wake up now.”

The Homicide House Part Four

The Homicide House-

Chapter Two: Waking Up

When I woke up, Luna was standing over me and Perry was behind me, tying something around my neck. I jumped up, wondering what they were trying to do to me. Then, as quick as a lightning bolt, Luna pounced on me and pinned me down, snarling. I struggled relentlessly, but it was no use. She had me. I wondered what Perry was tying around my neck.

Perry skipped to the rafters with such graceful speed I didn’t think  possible. Behind her, she trailed the rope still tightly strung around my neck. She pulled me to the rafters with such strength, it was incredible.

Struggling and trying desperately to grasp to a support, I reached up to my neck and got hold of the rope. I started tugging, with all of my strength, but it made no difference whatsoever with my condition.

She had pulled me up to the rafters and stopped dragging me. I got up, gasping and straining for air. “You like your necklace?” she teased. I tried to sputter out a clever and witty comeback, but all I could muster was a weak cough. Perry flipped up to the ceiling, and hung my frayed rope to a hook on the ceiling that looked disturbingly like bones. She pulled. And hung. My heart skipped a beat. She was going to kill me. They had sent me here to kill me! Maybe it’s because I was different. And at this point, I felt a genuine need to kill them, to kill anybody. I wanted to kill. And apparently, Perry did too.

Homicide House Part Three

Two guards reappeared in the hallway. Perry and Luna jumped to the wall. I remained there. Staring at the guards. They sighed and walked into the room warily. Even though they were busy locking me up, their eyes were fixed on Perry. She was smiling slightly, staring at them. Then, she leaped from the wall and screamed. The guards dashed to the door but they weren't quick enough. Perry grabbed them and dragged them up to her rafters. I didn’t see anything. But I heard muffled screams and shouts. Perry came down, delighted with herself. She turned to me and said, “We’re not going to help you escape this time.” I shrugged and I answered with a quick “I don’t need you to.” I slipped out of the chains and looked for a place to hide.

I found a bush far away enough from the pond it was okay for me to hide in. I dashed to secretive sage bush, and the last thing I saw was everybody’s mouths dropped open in shock. Then, I darted inside my leafy safe haven. Hopefully, they wouldn’t go after me. I started thinking about why they would put me in with these maniacs. Maybe it’s because we’re… different.

I thought about this for a while and grew tired. I leaned against the leaves and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Homicide House Part Two

Days had passed. Even weeks. Weeks where I had done nothing but sit in a white room strapped to the wall with a robotic voice in the corner telling me that I was wrong. The day that the guard had come in my room and told me I was being moved to a different room was probably the happiest day of my time at Meadowbrook.

He and a few other guards unstrapped me from the wall and led me down the hallway. As I walked down the hall, the shrill screams of psychopaths echoed through my head. We came to a stop in front of an enormous room very unlike the others. The guards led me inside and locked my handcuffs to the wall. I surveyed the room carefully. What kind of a room was this? There was a swampy pond with lily pads and grass and plants around it. On the other side  of the room, there was a forest that was so dark that I couldn't see into it. Newly added, was a grass field in front of the door with flowers and green grass. In the very back of the large room, was a ladder that led to rafters and below it, a stage. I looked around, why did it look so strange? I struggled against the handcuffs that held me to the wall. Eventually, there was a faint clicking sound, and I was free. What had helped me escape? I didn’t know, but I had a feeling it probably wasn’t the guards. I turned around to see my reflection in the glass and and my heart nearly burst out of my chest when I saw it. I had antlers and white freckles on my face. Like a deer. Like the one that had attacked me.

I was blankly staring into the reflection that once was my own when I heard faint singing. I strained to hear it because it seemed to be coming from the other side of the room. From the rafters. The singing became louder as a girl with spider-like features descended from the ladder. One side of her hair was black, and covering one of her eyes. The other was white and tucked behind one ear. She wore a black jacket over a white jacket with a bow tie and black skirt.

I could hear it now. We’re gonna get you, we’re gonna get you, and then we’re gonna kill you, and then we’re gonna kill you. Fear rushed through my body. Where do I run? The dark, creepy forest? The weird, swampy pond? The rafters she just came from? No. There’s nowhere to hide. I stood there like a deer in headlights. Which I am. But still! She eventually was right in front of me. I saw her reach into her coat. That’s it. I wasn’t going to stand here and wait for her to kill me off while singing her stupid song. I ran. And I ran fast. I thought I had finally lost her and I sat down, trying to catch my breath. I stood up and I screamed. She was standing just inches away from my face. I backed up slowly and ran. Again. She was nowhere in sight so I sat down next to the pond.

“It is so peaceful here.” I thought. I gently brushed the water and felt the top of the lily pad.

Suddenly, a green thing with blue hair and a mischievous grin popped up out of the water and grabbed my hand. I shrieked. I fought back as hard as I could but she was too strong. She seemed to be pulling me in the water, drowning me. “Release me, mermaid!” I shouted. Her eyes flashed an icy blue and her mischievous grin turned into a scowl as she shouted, “I’m not a mermaid!” She had pulled me nearly halfway in when the first lady showed up and said, “Release her, Misty.” She let go abruptly and sank down into the murky depths just far enough that I could only see her head. She was grinning her evil grin again. “Who are you?” the first person demanded. “My name is Emma. E-Emma Brookes.” “I’m Misty Cascade.” said the thing that had just tried to drown me as she extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.” I said, not taking her hand. “Not to be rude,” I began, “but, what exactly are you?” Her eyes flashed an icy blue again but she remained calm. “I’m a naiad. You’re welcome for a swim any time.”

“And I am Phantom of the Opera. Otherwise known as Perry.” She said as she stared at me, “Perhaps you've heard of me?” I gulped as I remembered the Phantom of the Opera and the types of naiads from stories that I had read. Naiads drowned people. I was very sure that they sent me here to kill me or something. “What is that forest over there?” I asked, gesturing towards the wood in the corner. The naiad grinned “Luna.” she said calmly. “Luna?” I asked. “Who’s Luna?”

Misty’s grin was now ear to ear. “Go see for yourself.” said Perry, who was now too smiling evilly. I saw Perry turn to Misty and whisper something to her. Of course, I was skeptical. As if they read my mind, Perry said, “It’s not a trick! We promise!” She grinned and bit her lip. For some reason, they thought I was dumb enough to go into the dark, scary woods. Although, whatever was in there was probably less scary than Perry or Misty. Even though I knew they were planning something, I backed into the woods. I was going to die either way. What was the point?

I was desperately trying to slow my breathing as I steadily walked into the woods. It really was dark. I couldn’t even see five feet in front of me. I was expecting something to lunge out at me at any second. There was hope, though. Whatever was in these woods couldn’t be any scarier than Perry or Misty. Unfortunately, I was wrong.

Something lunged out at me from deep behind the dark recesses of the wood. It was menacing, it was fierce, it was fanged, it was a girl.

I assumed this must be Luna. Before I even had time to react, I bolted. She was  fast too. Mainly because she was a wolf. That’s right, a wolf. And I’m a deer! Talk about unlucky! I was surely doomed. I ran as fast as I could. And she was still catching up to me! Perry and Misty were sitting by, eagerly watching.

Suddenly, Perry grimaced. She called Luna over with her and Misty and they began quietly conversing with each other. How dumb did they think I was? After I caught my breath, I quickly searched around for somewhere to hide. Nothing.

Homicide House... Part One

The Homicide House

Chapter One: My Story

They said it was a safe place. They told me that I was just… confused. But I’m not. My name is Emma Brookes and I’m fine.

You’re probably wondering what I’m talking about. Well, it all started a few days ago. I was camping with some friends and went to get some firewood. I saw a deer. It was so beautiful. I had to pet it. I was terribly dumb. Something inside me urged me to reach out and stroke it.  I extended my hand and started stroking its soft coat. It obviously didn’t enjoy the gesture. It reared back its head and darted into the woods. I ran after it. With me closely following, it  stopped in its tracks. It turned around, mouth foaming and eyes raging. I tried to run but I slipped. I quickly got my bearings and stood in front of it, too afraid to  make a sudden movement. It lunged and all I remember after that is immense pain and crashing to the ground. I can faintly recall sounds of shouting and calling my name. After that, everything went black.

I woke up on the forest floor. I looked around and the deer was gone and so were my friends. Had they abandoned me? What happened? I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. It hurt so bad. Maybe if I went to  sleep everything would be better…

Again, I awoke. But this time I was in a white room. Everything was white. Was I in heaven? I looked around and I saw a nervous looking doctor enter the room. Nope, not heaven. “Are you feeling better?” he asked as he scribbled something in his notepad. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied as I tried to get up.  But again, I couldn’t get up. I looked down and realized I was strapped to the hospital bed. A voice from somewhere in the room shouted, “Release me, or you will die!” I was  confused. Where did the voice come from? The doctor spoke again, this time in a panic and said, “Don’t hurt me,  please!” He whimpered. I was obliviously baffled. He was acting as if I had just said that. As I searched the room for the mysterious voice, the sudden realization hit me like a tidal wave. I said it. But how was that possible? How could I say something without knowing that I said it? I looked down at my body. I had… changed. I had brown skin and white freckles all over me. What happened?

I was suddenly overcome with overwhelming emotion. I was so angry. I wanted nothing but to kill the person who did this to me.

Everything was hazy and the last part I remember is sitting in a room with my parents and some other people I don't know. They told me  terrible things that day. They told me that I hurt people. People I love. They told me I can't be  around other people anymore and I needed to go to safe place. A place where I couldn’t hurt anybody. I was bewildered. I never hurt anyone. Why were they saying this? Then, I flashed back to the hospital room. The doctor was scared because I had hurt people before. My mind then wandered off to the most scary thought of all: When I had woken up after the deer attack all of my friends were gone. I knew I had been asleep for a long time and surely my friends would come looking for me after being gone so long. And I wasn't very far in the woods. What if I had hurt my friends? And if they were gone does that mean that I had actually... ...well, hurt them so bad that they weren't even actually… you know, living?

I fought back my tears as tried desperately to remember what happened that night. At this point I wasn't at all listening to what they were  saying. “Do you believe us that everything is going to be fine?” Said one of the people in white coats. I nodded my head absentmindedly, as I stared into space, wondering where they were going to take me.

This last part was the one last part I ever remember them telling me they said to me, “Emma, this may be the last time you will see your parents again if you don't get any better.” I froze and stared at my mom and dad sadly as they burst into tears. This time, I didn't try to hide my tears and I started crying too. As I hugged my parents tightly for the very last time, I wanted to say something to them. Something important. “Mom, Dad-” I began. “Yes, Emma?” “I wanted to tell you that I will love you forever and never forget you  even if I do never get better.” “We love you too!” my mom sobbed as she and dad squeezed me tighter and I squeezed them back.

“I have a question.” I said as I looked at the doctors.”Where am I going to anyway?”  They glanced nervously at each other as if expecting me to kill them if they told me. “You’re going to a… uh… Meadowbrook Asylum.” My heart dropped and I felt as if I was going to pass out. I staggered and finally sat down in my chair. I was breathing heavily and a million thoughts were running through my head all at once. My mom had burst into tears again, but I hadn’t noticed.

I looked down at my hands. They were the same brown with white freckled spots that I had seen on me in the hospital. Why am I like this? I just want to start over.

This smiling cat represents the labyrinth of my mind 

Welcome to my Blog! Here are Some Interesting Facts About ME

Hello! My name is Jessica and I'm going to be starting a  blog called omigoshthings.blogspot.com. Actually, I already did or else you wouldn't be reading this! 

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1. I'm Eleven Years Old!

As you can tell by this fabulous subheading here, I'm eleven years old, and counting! I was born in October of 2005 which therefore makes me ELEVEN! :) 

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I absolutely love being artsy! I love to draw, sculpt with clay, paint, sew, and bake! I even love to customize dolls and repaint their faces! I also love to write! I've tons of short little stories that I'll be 

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