They say that there's a murderer on the street where I live in on the news who only comes out at night. My dad pays attention to the news and right away turns the tv off.
I don't see what's wrong with the news. Quite often, I notice him turning off the tv quickly. Before this murderer stuff came up, my dad would never turn off the television.
"Why do you turn the tv off daddy? Before all this murderer stuff came up, you never do stuff." I said to my dad one night. "Because.”
He turned to the kitchen and saw a knife at the counter and grabbed it. "I AM the murderer and your gonna get killed tonight. I always hated you.
Causing trouble, the phone calls from the teachers. I don't like you and I want you to go away.”
I tried to run, unlocking the door and went running into the night, yelling "I FOUND THE MURDERER, I FOUND HIM." Everyone heard but they weren't believing me.
I was already tired and the murderer caught up to me, killing me in the process, and coming back home. This morning, my dad woke up to the news.
"A girl around the age of 12 got killed last night by the night murderer." A smile crept up his face "I'm so glad my daughters gone."