The D-Day

It all feels like a dream. Why is this happening? What is happening? These questions were running through my head. Let’s go a bit back.

I was rushing towards my house from school after a long day full of studies and well being around people. After such an exhausting I wanted to rest and spend the whole day being lazy, I mean anyone would want to do that. I was expecting a delicious meal served by my aunt. Yea you heard it right, my aunt. My parents had been living in an another country for quite a few years. Well after reaching my house, I opened it with the spare key which was hidden well inside our flower pot. As I came in I yelled ‘Aunt Mary what’s for lunch today.” No response. I repeated myself but a little more loudly. Still no response. I got a bit irritated and started to move towards the kitchen but as I was getting closer to the kitchen, I was getting this weird smell… it was the smell of blood. I got a little scared as I thought aunt Mary was injured. But boy was I wrong. I saw aunt Mary lying on the floor chomping on her own flesh. Her glasses were broken and it looked like her spine was bent. “Aunt Mary?” I said nervously as I backed 2-3 steps. “What are you doi-“ as  I was about to finish my sentence, she turned her face towards me, I was mortified. Half of her face’s flesh was rotten and the other was smashed. Her skull was showing. “WHAT THE HELL!!” I yelled. I knew from her face that my life was in great danger. Suddenly she started growling and sprinted towards me. I grabbed the nearest knife to protect myself. She jumped on me and as soon as her ankle hit the floor, her rotten ankle broke and she paused for a second and growled as if she was in pain. I took the chance and slit her throat. All the rotten dirty blood sprinkled upon me. I was petrified as my face and shirt was covered by my aunt’s blood. Why is this happening? What is happening?

hello everyone thanks for reading my story. it is my first time writing a book so please give any advice you can.