• The sounds and movement around and on me are so sharp and loud, but soft to others... It seems so abnormal to the human race, no? The sounds of a regular person tapping onto something seems so soft, but it sounds and feels like a motorcycle riding over my body. If someone or something taps me I feel like I'm being shot.

    I want to die.

    My situation wouldn't make sense to anyone, but my sister is out to kill me. She died in a car accident when I was driving. I escaped with only a broken arm. Her final words were: 'I'm going to kill you, my sis. I will make you suffer like I do.' My locket feel from my neck and into my sister's hand was I stood up as she died the next few seconds. As I left that room, the air that passed through the open window in the room blew against my back felt like a knife being stabbed repeatedly.

    I was probably depressed about the situation and thought I was in pain. People around me thought I was crazy when I told them I was in pain for the next few years of my life. Sharp pains in my back got worse. I took off my shirt and I was shocked of what I saw in the large mirror in my room.

    Stratches covered with fresh, crimson blood and surrounded with dried blood. I touched the stratches, they were fresh. But nothing caused them.

    Another wave of air passed by me and caused more pain. I heard a small little noise, it sounded like children running.

    "Must be a mouse or something." I whispered.

    I put on a black tank top as I changed into my pajamas. The noise returned again as I finally got to sleep in my bed. I looked at my lap as I felt something on it. It felt weight-less. It shimmered a bit, as I turned on the lamp by me. It was a silver locket with the letter 'L' in the center. I opened it and something strange came to my attention: This was my locket. But how?

    I looked closely at the writing in it. It read:

    I told you I was coming back to kill you. I'm watching you're every movement...

    I felt my heart skip a beat. My breathing sped up a bit while sweat ran down my neck. I was scared, yet I knew this was going to happen. But I know no-one would do anything. I almost choked on my spit. I couldn't stand to think about this moment. I looked at my mirror and saw a figure. The figure standing there holding a gun. I backed up towards the window behind my bed. I thought: 'Please let this be a dream...'.

    Reality took it's toll on me as the figure turned and walked towards me. This was my sister. I unlocked the window and sat on the edge of the window. My sister giggled and pointed the gun towards me.

    "You forgot that you lived on the 25th floor of this building... One slip, you will fall to your death. But that won't matter..." My sister said in a demonic tone of voice.

    She was about to pull the trigger. I took the cross hanging on the wall and held it towards her.

    "Do you actually think that that cross would actually help you? The only thing to make me finally go away... is to die." My sister said, pulling the trigger.

    Darkness was the only thing I knew before falling towards my full death. The concrete below finally cracked my spine, letting the darkness devour me into nothing-ness. There is something I know for sure: My sister is coming back.