A late Halloween story
“Lexi! Jesus’s chrsit!!” I banged on her bedroom door again. “Lexi, we’re gonna be late!!” I screamed. Typical of my 17 year old slut of a sister. Ok I don’t mean like slu-slut(I’m not even supposd to say the word), but she has slutty tendencies, via her booty shorts, push up bras, lipstick, and crop tops. She was probably taking half naked photos by her mirror. I banged on her door again and it popped open. “Lexi?!” I asked, opening her door slowly. No one was inside. “The hell...?” I muttered, looking around. The room was empty. I turned around and headed down the stairs when I heard her voice behind me. I turned around and saw her starring at me, painting, eyes blood shot. “Lexi...?” I asked, a pit forming at my stomach. She screamed bloody murder and backed towards her bedroom window. “Lexi?!! It’s okay it’s just me!” I yelled, running towards her. I stumbled when something hit me from behind in the head. Blood dripped down my face and as my eyes focused she was gone. The room was dark and I looked around, taking raspy breaths, tears running down my face. A figure stood in the dorway. I could not see it face, but it held my sisters head in it’s hand. Oh My God. I didn’t even feel it. I didn’t feel what it did to me, all I saw here it’s eyes. Eyes that reminded me of my mother. My mother that had died 4 years ago.