empty house the start chapter seven

the last chapter of it all till the second book ...

i knocked on the door with my left hand on my right was the butcher knife. ''h-hello .oh OH LYRICAL SWEETY your home OH GOD where have you been .LETS get that blood off you WHERE DID THAT BLOOD come from?'' mom asked pulling me inside . '' i had drama class  we did a play about a kid who gets murdered i was the killer no worries gee mom.'' i lied but so good. ''oh well get some nice cloths on and go to bed .'' she went back to her mom voice. ''ok.''i said and went to my room and slid on new cozzy cloths and jumped in bed. '' goodnight dad.'' i said looking out the window at the stars shinning so bright.  the next day..........  i got on my bike and sped down the sidewalk till i hit a crack and i was at the empty house once more. i laughed and laughed and dared not to go into the house again .

Author's Note

tell me your ideas for my next book about empty house thx srry it was short.