C1 A damn Nightmare.

“Come on, lads!!! We are winning this trophy tonight. Coach Marvin screamed at his players. There was an unexpectedly large turn out at the home coming game this weekend. People from the big city came to the town Ocampos to catch the big tournament final ending today. To get it more spiced up it was two of the best teams going head-2- head at the final. Ocampos special and dearest Groundbreakers were up against their long standing rivals The Sinsters. Both teams were competiting no just for the trophy or money but for a slot in the AFL in Chicago.

The crowd were vibrant, screaming and yelling not to forget applauding at every chance of brilliance and when their team was making a breaking away or counter. With the score going in Groundbreaker’s favour. The home side was pretty excited but with what seemed like a slim lead, they indeed to hang in there against a side that had won the competition like 5 times to the homes side’s 2.

Among the home crowd stood a someone in a very but not too awkward costume. Like a signature look of the school, kinda reminds you of an amusement park or a cartoon character. This one was that of a bunny rabbit, wearing the football teams jersey and cheering on the team and fans. But of course they don’t do that for too long, one might get tired for 90minutes straights. So it’s better to have a substitute for each half.

The whistle went blowing for a massive victory and win to the home team. 1-0 a slender victory and yet another goal for Darren Cooper the captain of the team. Who stepped up and scored from the penalty spot via a rough tackle that happened in the first half. The cartoon characters were all over on the speech, fans, players, school members and supporters all out on the speech, shooting fireworks, paint sprayers everywhere lighting the clouds up with touches of green, red and blue. People smiling, same crying and ripping their tickets apart, others taking photo with the cartoon characters with journalist doing what they do best with interviewing the stars, coaches and staffs as they preparing the lifting of the trophy.

One of the cartoon characters made its way down the tunnel into the bunk, out the darkness of the night to an opening in the road, where the lights were few and barely functioning. The clown took out it’s head mask to reveal it’s face.

There a beautiful girl stood next to a parked bench. She had a light brown hair, eyes, light skinned, cute red cherry lips and pierced nose. She also had her ears well opened, tattoo on the left side of her breast near her chest. She stumbled and sat at the parked bench breathing heavily as she found it hard to breath in the character costume. Finding it difficult to control her breathing, she felt like she was losing it then decided to bring out an inhaler. Normally she wasn’t that kinda person but childhood traumas do get to her big time, so she needs it to regulate her breathing if it’s eventually gets out of hand.

Grabbed on into it and inhaled one, two and three before putting it back in her customer pocket. She got her phone out, of course people had already started updating their statues concerning the massive victory, she scoffed at this before deciding to texts her bestie on her location. She texted her telling that out on the plain field on some parked bench. When she heard a crackling noise very much close to her. Turning to see her bestie standing just almost across. Awkward but perfect time, she got up and moved to get to her but that moment she observed that a blurry shadow stood next to her. She couldn’t really tell what it was and what exactly was going on. Coming closer it felt like her bestie was struggling with this stranger hiding in the puffy clouds of sprayed paints. She ran in closer to see her bestie get cut down by this stranger. Screaming to the top of her voice, calling her bestie’s name. Only to gain his attention, he slowly turned to her and a shot was heard. Piercing pain went surging into her left abdomen, making her fall to the floor in pain. She laid there struggling with her thoughts and pain, the sight of blood on her hands and her bestie getting a slice through her throat was so messy. She tried to reach for her cellphone but recalled she dropped it on the parked bench when running to help her friend.

"Come on…fight it. She grinned to herself as she spotted her phone. To see it on the bench, trying to move and get to it. If she can do that she can possibly save her friend. But right then the stranger killer read her mind and walked up to her, rolling her over to let her see his full nature.

Wearing a black cooperate shirt, tie, pants and shoes. He or whoever it was was dressed up like one going on a meeting or wedding or something. One of the most cripple thing about the killer costume was the mask that was worn. Old, ancient maybe but was very much scary. Having some marks on the cheeks, forehead and possession of a lady s hair and fucking crooked smile that seem like a devil’s smile.

Who was this person? Why was he tryna kill her? What would he gain exactly?. She scoffed out loud, wheezing and pleading for her life. Watching him lean his crooked creepy face at her, deliver the perfect freaky smile and lowering his one mouth cloak gun at her. She watched the bullet roll itself like a ball before a loud noise was heard. A sharp pain followed alongside a cold shuddering feeling of bitter, bloody and death. Still being able to hear as she slowly slipped away into a blurry shadow, she heard the killer in the scary getup singing out loud. It was like a whisper or a rustling of tress in the night but felt like the voice was close to her ears. It sang slowly yet cropping crack sounds of echoes to a trumming heartbeat. A short, witty yet deadly lullaby sounding like a ode.

Isaiah Library writes to you from a darker place.

With all his bloody ink injected into a colorful dream.

Written in a rabbit mask to his supportive subjects.

Hoping they can reply with a thumb, share and comment….

Isaiah Library writes to you…