Creation of Tresa

“Sweety, Sweety wake up.”
“What…what happened?” Angie asked
“You were having a bad dream now come on or you’ll be late for school.”
It was the third week in a row that Angie was having nightmares. All summer she was fine but three weeks before school started, she started having these nightmares and every morning she woke up weaker and had bruises that were given in the dream.

“Hey Angies wasup? Asked Tory

“Nothing I’ve just been having bad dreams lately” Angie replied

“You too?” Troy asked

“You’ve been having them too?” Angie asked, shocked.

“Everyone has been having them not just me and seems it started three weeks ago and we all are waking up weaker and with the bruises we get in our dreams” Tory said

Day by day, more and more students were starting to disappear. They would always end up finding out they had died an unusual death.

The bodies found would always have strange scars that didn’t make sense. Sometimes they found scissor marks that seemed to have cut the whole head open or knives that seemed to cut the whole body in half without having to stress or go through one place twice. They were truly strange and whatever is killing these children is definitely dangerous and not from this world…or at least not human!

Soon Friday the 13th came and no one left their house and yet there was a lone figure roaming the streets. His face was but a hockey mask, dark brown hair with blonde strikes, a tall, dark, shadow-less boy who didn’t seem to mind the wondering eyes coming from the houses.

One girl who was tired of hiding, decided to come out and greet the boy. He invited her to walk with and she agreed. As they became out of sight he slashed her in a billion different ways and there before him lay the girl in pieces and covered in blood and gore and yet as he stared at the dismounted head, he saw a smile on her face and that’s when he realized that he had just released her from pain. For her it was a way of being set free from all the torment her parents gave her and those horrible dreams that troubled her.

The other members of the neighborhood decided that this mishap would be the end of all their problems and terrible incidents as well as the unusual deaths but little did they know that it was only a quick glimpse of what was to come in this town.

Grief and Misery

Grief and misery – what does it really mean?
Love and happy ending – what does it really mean?
Does it really have a meaning
Or its just the end of the street
Peace and horror
Sadness and joy

To tell you the truth I don’t understand a thing
A strangers like me
Who don’t know a thing?
We only need eternity!
Dancing in the breeze
Rainbows across the sky
They don’t mean a thing
Against eternity
At least – to me

"The End" (first draft)

Screaming at the top of her lungs she yells it’s the end still confused on what’s bothering her I simply watch her menace through the house. Finally, irritated by my calmness she snatches me and drags me across the room telling me I’m crazy. Yet, I’m not the one screaming it’s the end. She brings me to the room and points outside. Thinking its some kind of joke I look but then I realize I'm wrong! Dark purple clouds twisting in swirls for as far as I can see covered the night sky. Then I see that there is a strange figure floating around. Blood red eyes, dark featureless face, Black cloak covered in blood, and teeth as sharp as a needle and as white as paper, he was truly a sight of fright! He seemed to be coming right at us and as he came closer my wife got worse. I remember this morning my wife was afraid to look into my eyes saying she simply couldn’t see the end in my eyes she couldn’t see me die. Of course, I thought she was being silly and probably just had a nightmare but now I see what she meant and too can’t look into her eyes. The figure seems to be coming closer and he looks like he’s smiling as if he knows I’m scared as if he knows what I’m thinking. Without even crashing the window he enters the room, my wife now stood there as if confused or waiting. But alas there was more to be hold and more to be foreseen he swiftly went pass me as if I didn’t exist and dug himself on my wife’s neck and as seconds went by she grew paler and now she lies on the floor dead, or so I thought. Her teeth grow white like his and its getting longer by the second and she is becoming rosy and beautiful as she was when alive. Her eyes now lie open and she is slowly rising to face me, my love is alive! I run to hug her but she simply bites my neck. At first I take it as a sign of affection but slowly I feel myself loosing blood and energy! NO! It can’t be! But it is she is now a vampire and is turning me into one. I don’t think it’s necessary to tell you what happens next for you see the world is now of undead creatures and you shall now join! Thus alas the world shall collapse as we know it and we shall have a new, more interesting world of the now called the under world but soon to be called home!

As I sit reading the letter my friend wrote to me a few weeks ago I wonder why he was talking like this and what he meant by these silly things. I now am on my way to meet him just for a visit but as I get closer to my destination I'm starting to feel queasy and awkward. Why must you do this to me? Why must you test me? Go away! Stop it! No go away! I don’t care leave me alone! Where is he? No. no. no….! I'm not crazy I can’t be crazy I got the letter he can’t be dead he's alive I know it! I'm going to his house right now! Wait where’s his house? This is the address that was on the letter! There’s nothing here!

“Excuse me, excuse me, do you know where Daniel Thompson lives?”

“Sorry sir but he left this world four years ago; he passed away in a car accident”

“That’s not possible I got this letter yesterday! Where does he live? Where’s his wife?”

“I'm sorry sir but that’s the truth and as for his wife, well he never lived for his wedding you see he was on his way to his wedding when he died. His house has been torn down to build a school now so that’s no longer there either.”

“You lie!”

Thus I'm sorry to say but this is where I must leave for now my friend awaits me at my home and he has brought his wife and I must accompany them for some while.