The Last Day of My Life... | A Sad Story Written By Laura Emma

A group of children find a dead body. It was the body of one of my good friends. I was shocked and could not hold back my tears when I heard this on the news. Well, just a week ago, she and her family went missing, and now, she is dead. However, the police couldn’t locate the body of her family. Subsequently, I had made up my mind to investigate the crucial case myself.

From the day after her body was found, I started my investigation. I inquired with her friends and neighbours, but there was no useful information. Then the next day, I went to her house. It was a cloudy evening. The house looked gloomy. It wasn’t as bright and beautiful as it was the last time I visited her house. I went to the door and stood there for a while. Then I rang the doorbell. The door slowly opened. I was frightened. I slowly stepped inside the house. After I entered the house, the door slammed close. I tried to open it but it was locked. I thought it was a ghost, who locked me in here but, I don’t believe in ghosts. So, I just decluttered my mind from pervasive thoughts.

I noticed some things that did not seem customary to me. There were small pieces of glasses on the floor and some dead flowers lying next to them. There were some books and torn pages on the right corner of the room. I thought of uncovering other rooms, hoping to find something that could come useful for my investigation.

Next, I went to the bedroom. I saw a pile of clothes lying on the floor. This time, I noticed an open cupboard. Then I saw a bed. The blanket on the bed was covered with blood. I thought it was just an illusion. I rubbed my eyes and I saw again. It was still covered with blood. I quickly ran out of the room. I ran as fast as I could. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Suddenly, I tripped over. I got up and saw a wooden door almost open on the floor. I opened the wooden door and saw stairs leading into darkness. I was scared. “What if something happens to me down there?” I asked myself in fear. I climbed down the stairs. The further I went, the darker it became. Luckily, I had my mobile with me. I turned on the flashlight of my mobile.

After 7 minutes of climbing down the stairs, it was the end of the stairs. I saw a plain wooden floor. It made noise every time I took a step. I saw some dusty and dirty boxes and bags on the floor while I was walking. After a few minutes of walking, I saw a curtain that was about 25 feet tall. I was curious about what was behind the curtain. “What if there are the bodies of my friend’s family?” I asked myself. I kind of had an eerie about this but that didn’t restrain my curiosity. I decided to count from 3 to 1 to open the curtain. “3…2…1…,” I counted in a low voice. “And GO!” I shouted. I put out the curtains and saw a tall man wearing a black robe and a face mask of a skull and had a big and sharp weapon in his hand. My heart was beating fast. He stood there for a few seconds and then stabbed me with his weapon just where my heart was and, at that moment, I knew that,

 

IT WAS THE END OF MY LIFE...