Last night as I watching TV, I heard a soft knock on the back door. I pondered upon who it could have been. My parents were out of town for my cousin’s wedding, and my sister spent the night at her friend Becca’s. I ignored the knock, and nonchalantly blamed it on the wind. Then the knocking was back. Louder, and with a whisper. I won’t lie, it was starting to freak me out. I sat there, in utter terror. I still played off the knocking and whispers to the wind. Then I hear voices saying “Come out little girl. Let’s play a game.” I muted the TV, and slowly rose to my feet. My heart was beating so fast that I felt like it was going to fall out of my chest. As I peeked at the back window I saw crimson red liquid. The liquid was none other than,
