Mary has a Bloody Knife
By Kuya K
Grade 6 ISB

Mary took me to see her murdered parents. Their bodies laid lifeless on the ground. They had a creepy grin that went from ear to ear on both of their faces. Blood was splattered on the walls, and the white carpet looked like tomato soup splatter. What I saw sent shivers down my spine. Right next to the dead bodies, there was a text written in a crimson red color. It said in big capital letters, ‘YOU’RE NEXT’.

I turned around and I saw Mary with a big grin from ear to ear. Her eyes looked soulless, almost like she was possessed. Then she spoke with a raspy voice, “Time for you to meet the same fate as my parents.”

Her grin widened. The smile stabbed through her cheeks and caused the side of her mouth to rip and blood started to pour out. But not red blood, it was black blood. I swiftly ran to the dining room, searching for any kind of usable weapon. I found a broken spatula, with sharp, jagged edges. I threw it at her and it pierced her soulless eyes.

Mary screamed in pain as the same black liquid flooded down her eyes. I took my chance to run out of the house and kicked open the big wooden doors. I sprinted out into the dark forest trying to reach the nearest town. Eventually, I made it. I was relieved to find people, but I didn’t let my guard down. I wanted to scream for help, but nobody would believe me. I tried going to the police station, but they just pointed at the door and said, “This isn’t a playground. Go back home.”

But one police officer believed my story. I took him to the bloodied house where Mary was standing outside with a knife in her hands. The police officer pulled out his gun and shouted, “Put down the knife!”

“I’m innocent! She’s the one who murdered my parents!” shouted Mary.

The police officer turned around to look at me. When the police officer turned his back, he found a knife in it. Mary stabbed him in the back. I quickly took his gun and emptied all 6 rounds that the revolver had on Mary.

She laid on the ground, now with a pool of black blood gushing out of her wounds. I quickly dropped the gun and ran back to the town thinking it was over. I booked a hotel and went to sleep.

When I woke up, I saw Mary with that same grin standing over me. She still had that same bloodied knife she used when she killed the police officer.