"No no Jane! It's me your sister don't -" "JANE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOUR LITTLE DELAY! AND NOW I'LL HAVE YOUR BLOOD! REVENGE FOR MY BLOOOOODDD!!!!
Sarah knew it. She has to pay the price. It was her fault. She trembled to the core wrapped in her mother and father's arms. She looked up at them. This time finally tears streamed down her sweaty cheeks. Looking at them with fear murmuring "Save me."
" YOU ARE MINE!" scowled the treacherous monster which was actually disguised in the dead body of the poor Jane. She stretched out her arms and a chair behind her flew towards the 3 victims. Luckily it crashed on the wall beside them. Sarah screams.
"Jane dear -" mother sobbed when father grabbed her by the wrist and Sarah in the other and dragged them down the doorway. The door was locked.
"There is no escape." Jane stood in front of them now. All pale as the moon shone making scars across her body visible. They were horrendous that led up to her face. Eyes sparkled with the flash of death.
"Go upstairs! I'm coming" commanded father. The girls without any hesitation obliged to it and ran upstairs like chickens with no heads. Father picked up the coat hanger from the corner as the coats on it draped onto the floor.
"This isn't you Jane." "YOUR JANE IS DEAD!" He charges towards her and smacks the hanger hard on her head. She screams so loud that father flies and crashes against the door.
Jane proceeds upstairs. Mother and Sarah locked themselves in the girls room. Curled up in the same corner where Sarah and Jane did. The door starts to bang in the same similar manner as it did that night.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG! The rattles. They come again.
The door swings open revealing the monster but she wasn't empty handed. A rattle squeezed in her left hand that gently shook creating the sound.
It wasn't any ordinary rattle. Sarah recognized it. It was the orange on she used to once play with as a little girl. She remembered losing it and how she cried desperately for it. How did she get it? Was it the spirit that was trapped inside her now dead sister's body who took it?
" YOU ARE MINNNNEEEE!" Jane screamed that were followed by her mother's who dug Sarah into her chest. While Sarah saw the last moments of her life with no feelings but silence.
Out of nowhere a pointy looking rod pierced into Jane. She wails like a wounded animal. Blood gleaming on the rod as the moonlight blazes on it. The two girls jump up to their feet in shock as the body falls onto the floor with a great thud, revealing father standing behind with the bloody rod as his chests heaves heavily.
"You killed our daughter." whispers mother in astonishment with eyes still fixed on her dead daughter. "No. She already was. I freed her from the demon inside her." replied father with a shudder in his voice. Sarah gazes at the body that lay lifeless as the floor stains red. What have you done? She thought.
"I'm sorry! I should have told you! It's all my fault! I killed her! No, I'm sorry!" Her hands clasped to her mouth muting her shrieks. She expected them to leave her alone in this mess. Blame her, but no. It wasn't that at all.
Instead they simply spread their arms around her trembling body. She felt the warmth, but it wasn't as it once used to. She didn't feel the forgiveness and she knew she would never ever feel that. She murdered her sister.
That regret That guilt That responsibility That sister's blood in her hand Will always be with her.
Haunting her. Heaving inside her chest.
Haunting her. Heaving inside her chest. Till her very last breath.