Bloody Murder

The rickety, old house they had moved into was so dirty and dusty. Whenever a foot was placed on the upstairs steps, a smog of dust and grime would come off and swirl aroung the room. Cindy had told her mother she didnt really care if they moved, but she didnt want to live in a house described as this one. Cindys little brother Lance wasnt too happy either, but thought exploring the house would at least be an adventure. "Mom," she said. "This is the exact same house I said I didnt want to move into." "You must be phsycic," said her mother, Ms. Demetrie. Ms. Demetrie was once Mrs. Demetrie before her husband went crazy, and was put in a lunitic hospital. "Im going outside," said Cindy. "At 12:00 midnight? I dont think so," said her mother. "Im going anyways," said Cindy. She opened up the front door and slammed it shut as she went out. Cindy didnt have any friends. Even though she was 13, she didnt do much. Cindy had black hair, and cold black eyes. Her skin never got tanned, no matter how hard she tried. As she walked down the street, she stopped as she heard a rustling in the bushes. She felt relieved when she saw it was her little brother. They walked alongside each other. As they crossed the street, Cindy heard a noise, like a car horn. Then, she saw it. A car came down the street, slowly at first, but then the car sped up as though on purpose. Cindy grabbed her brothers hand and dived for the sidewalk. The car narrowly missed Cindys foot. "Dammit," said Cindy. "Why didnt he even try to stop?". She turned to Lance. He was very white with fear and seemed to be in a state of shock. Cindy dragged him home. They went inside and Cindy ran upstairs and threw herself onto the bed. As her eyes started to shut, all she could think about was the driver of the car. The next day the power went out. Lance was a little freaked. But no more than two minutes later Cindys mom was dead.