#WritcoStoryChallenge

As I lie in my bed, quietly staring at my ceiling, it starts again. Loud creaks. Loud screech. Loud footsteps. I can't do anything but to close my eyes and pray. Being alone in this kind of abandoned room is scary.

When the loud creaks, screech and footsteps stop, I slowly opened my eyes and I was surprised because of what I saw. It's my auntie. Her face is full of blood. Full of wounds. Full of bruises.

Gradually, I got out of bed and stared at my Aunt who's grinning at me horribly while holding a sharp knife.

"What happened to you Aunt?" I slowly asked her but she didn't answer me, instead, she just tilt her head and slowly come to my direction.

"Are you ready?" She used her creepy voice that gives shivers down to my spine. As I opened the door, I quickly run and scream at the top of my lungs.

"HELP ME! PLEASE!" Even though I know that we are in the middle of nowhere and even though I know that no one can hear me, I still tried my best to run and scream for help.

I stopped running and catched my breath first. I'm so damn tired. While I'm catching my breath, I looked at the highway and hope filled me when I saw a car. I waved my hands when I saw that the car is coming on my way.

But suddenly stopped when I saw my aunt coming on my way. I run fast as I could. I didn't notice the car coming on my way. I just found myself lying on the road while being bathed with my own blood.