I Killed Someone

Date: 9/25/2016

I was at my grandparents house with my friends Rachel and Marisa. I'm not sure why we were there alone. We were just hanging out when Marisa got a text. It was from a random number, and I don't remember exactly what it said, but it was something threatening. We were sort of scared, but we just ignored it, assuming it was a troll or a wrong number. Then, we got a phone call (to the home phone) with another threatening message. I still don't remember what the exact message was, but at this point we were very scared. A couple minutes later, the doorbell rang. Rachel got up to see who it was and when we all looked outside, there was a gift bag on the doorstep. We were pretty suspicious so we just left it there. Then we all went outside in the backyard to hang out. When we came back inside, there was another gift bag on the dining room table. This time we opened it. Inside there was a note. I don't remember exactly what it said, but if you're following a pattern here I'm pretty sure it was threatening and scary. At this point a bunch of adults had come home- my parents, my grandparents, and some other random people. We told them what happened, and they started to panic. They said they just saw on the news that there's a killer on the loose. Some of them had even received the threatening text messages. My dad armed himself with a gun and we all went outside. In my grandparents house (in real life and in the dream) their parking lot is sort of like a coul de sac across from the house. It's pretty much a semicircle parking area across the road from the actual house. So we get outside and the killer is there. He's a teenaged African American kid with a large knife. He didn't look very menacing, but considering he was a known killer and had been sending us creepy messages we were all very scared. He's standing in the middle of the semicircle and we're all framing the outside. He starts screaming and almost lunges and one of the adults, but my dad shoots him in the leg. He falls to the floor and is silent, although it's obvious he's still alive. My dad suggests we should just leave him in the middle of the driveway like that, and he'll call the police and make them take care of it. For the record, throughout this whole dream, I was the most scared. So when my dad suggested we just leave that kid alive, I was livid. I went back outside without anyone knowing and I grabbed some kind of metal knife, or metal bar, something long and sharp that I forget the details about. I start whacking him in the throat until it cuts a huge line on his neck and he is obviously dead. I start crying and then I go inside. I tell my mom what I did and I cry even more. My dad still calls the police and they take away the body. The next day we're watching the news and the story about the boy who almost killed us is on it. The news reporter only says that he got shot in the leg and he should be fine, leaving out the part where I brutally killed him. I got pretty upset about this- I wanted her to tell the truth, even if I was guilty. The End.