It is a rainy October day; Friday, October 13th to be exact. Hazel Gillian has always loved Halloween and everything spooky. She figures that the best way to spend her night is to have a scary movie marathon. She decides to watch, ironically, Friday the 13th. Three bowls of popcorn and half a liter of Dr. Pepper later, she is tired and ready for bed. As she heads upstairs, she hears a noise from her cleaning closet. She ignores it and continues up the stairs. After she has brushed her teeth and put on her pajamas, she turns the light off and gets comfy in her bed. Just then, she hears a loud groan come from downstairs. Again, she ignores this and goes to bed.
A couple of hours later, she wakes up, groggy and hungry, and somehow manages to stumble downstairs to make herself a snack. As she gets a knife from the knife block, she hears a loud crash coming from the closet. She holds up the knife in a defensive motion and heads toward the closet.
She gingerly touches the door handle and throws it open only to find her cat, Oreo, on the floor. He has fallen from the top shelf. She scoops him up in her arms and kisses him, setting him gently on the floor.
“C’mon Oreo, it’s midnight,” she mumbles.
She shuts the door thinking how did he get in the closet? Strange. She turns around and finds her boyfriend, Shawn, closing the door behind him.
“Where have you been?” she demands.
“Out with my friends,” he says, shrugging.
Hazel shakes her head in disapproval, “Can you grab me an apple?” she asks.
“Sure thing,” he replies, head down. He grabs the apple and hands it to her; only then does he look up. But when he does, he finds her staring at him with a crazed look in her eye. I know what you did, the thought flashes through her mind. She takes an apple and raises the knife. His eyes go wide but relief fills his face when he sees her slice through the apple.
“Phew! I almost thought you were going to use that knife on me,” he comments, chuckling.
“You might want to think again,” she replies. Lifting the knife above his head in one quick movement, she kills him. After collecting the blood, she cleans the floor and heads back upstairs. Exhausted, she climbs into bed and rests peacefully.
Once the night has passed, she wakes up, yawning. That was a very strange dream. Thirsty, she heads downstairs and turns on the faucet, looking around. She catches sight of a not-so-subtle message on her wall. It is painted in red and takes up most of the wall space. The words I KNOW WHAT YOU DID are written in blood.
