The Cutter

Date: 9/21/2016

I'm walking down the stairs of my house and look out the front door. There's cars I don't recognize in the driveway. There's two guys that I've apparently agreed to let crash at my house for a couple days. Later, I'm asleep on the couch. I'm in my underwear, barely covered with a blanket. One of the men is sketching a drawing of me, I pretend to be asleep like I don't know he's doing it. Two balloons pop against the ceiling fan. Later, I'm upstairs in my bedroom. I hear noises from the guest room and remember that Christova said he was going to paint the room, to try and make it more his own style. I walk into the room and see the wallpaper has been torn down and white primer is now on the walls. I think to myself "He's making good progress in here." I hear a noise like a putty knife scraping against the wall and look to my right. One of the men is sitting on top of a sleeping Christova, shaving off his beard with an old timey straight razor. I angrily shove him off of Christova and he cuts me deep, from my wrist to my elbow with the razor. I tell him to get out of my house, he takes a step towards me. I beg him to please leave and he smiles menacingly and takes another step towards me. Then I wake up.