“Happy St. Patty’s day,” my sister said jumping on me and my bed.
“Sis,” I mumbled, pushing her off of me before pulling the cover over my head.
“Jack!” she whined, “get up!”
A awful bloodcurdling scream filled the house, making my blood run cold, with the sound of a loud thump hitting the floor. I sat up at once to see my sister Alice looking at me, with a blank empty stare. She was preached at the of my bed, with her head leaning to the side.
“A-a- Alice,” I stuttered out, “are you okay?”
Alice smiled, a looking at me with her empty eyes.
“Alice!” I yelled.
“Who is Alice?” She growled.
“Alice, this isn’t funny!”
“She leaned forward and laughed, “You think this is a game huh?” Why don’t you go downstairs?”
I got up and raced down stairs to find my mom, on the ground, blood was around her, I tried to hold back my tear’s as I saw her head right by my few, it was not on her body. Next to her was my dad his head was bashed in, making his face cover in blood.
“Honey you’re not wearing green.” A voice said from be hide me.
I turned around to see my mother, she look fine. “Mom?” I said fearfully.
“Honey you’re not wearing green.”
“Mom!”
“Honey you’re not wearing green.”
“Maybe, A mocking voice said from be hide me, “you should wear green.”
I turned around to see Alice, looking at me the horrible empty eyes, holding a bloody knife, with my head on it