Happy Birthday

I was born on October 13, and that just happened to be a Friday… bad luck day to be exact. Tomorrow is my birthday and it'll be Friday again. I think I'm going to have a party.

~oct. 12, 1999

I closed my journal and hid it under my bed just like always. It was late, 11:58 pm to be exact. I only had to wait two more minutes. The sky outside was pitch black with not even a single star shining. I looked at the clock, 11:59 pm. I was supper excited and I was nearly ready run around screaming. Only another second, I thought to myself. It became 12:00 am on the morning of October 13. I grinned, at last I was 16. My happy thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of my door… well a sound from outside my door. It sounded like a cat scratching at a wooden post, but I figured it was just my mom telling me to go to bed.

"Okay mom," I told her through the door. "Night." Another scratch, and then nothing. I yawned and stumbled over to my bed as the sleep loss finally caught up with me. I dozed off as soon as hit the bed.

Something is wrong… really wrong. As I left my room this morning I found blood on the floor. My mother left me a note on the fridge saying she had gone to the store, and not to worry because she had stepped on something sharp, but she was fine. THAT WAS NOT MY MOTHERS HANDWRITING. I don't know maybe I'm going crazy all I know is that something doesn't seem right.

~Oct. 13, 1999

I put the journal away… I hadn't even mentioned that all my friends weren't at school either. I knew I was being scared for no reason. Everything was probably fine. Suddenly a knock came from my door causing me to jump. I slowly walked over and opened the door… there was no one there, only a note.

Go down stairs for your birthday surprise ~mom.

I realized then that my mom and friends had purposely been avoiding me… they had been getting a surprise party ready. I skipped to the basement happily, as all the feelings of dread subsided. I opened the door without a second thought… and then I screamed. My mother's body… my boyfriend's body… my friends' bodies… everyone I knew. They were all dead. Some were shredded to pieces while others were hanged from the ceiling. Before I could run… before I could do anything I heard a footstep behind me.

"Happy birthday," a voice laughed. That was the last thing I heard.