My Best Friend The Serial Killer
My name is Samantha Brocket...uhm..I'm eighteen years old and I live in Toronto Canada..My life was normal as a child you know growing...up with my Mom , Dad and my little brother Jake..Heh..I went to Ludbry's elementary school and that's where I met Emii..
Emii's real name was Emily but she told me to call her Emii..she wasn't “normal” as the teachers would say. Emii had long black hair which ended at the end of her back..it was always so messy. Her skin was pale uhm...very pale and it was covered in horrible bruises..along her arms, legs and...the side of her face..but the weirdest thing..was h-her..eyes they has this little bright green glow to them..
I remember I talked to her in our drawing class..she was drawing these terrifying pictures...of people being hurt, people bleeding and dying...it...it..was horrible I can remember them in my mind so clearly..I..can't forget them..but there is this one that's stuck in my head..it was this one of a little girl with long black hair..being beaten very badly by a man...a big scary man..he looking like he was yelling at the girl while he was beating her...it scared me a bit but as a five year old girl I ignored it and talked to her anyway..
She didn't talk much but she did talk to me she was nice..but as I said very quiet. We mostly talked about what little girls would dolls, toys our family..well it was mostly me that talked about family she would just sit there quietly looking at me with her green glowing eyes. I once asked about her parents she said her Mom died when she was a baby so she lived with her dad..her abusive dad.
She didn't tell me about her dad abusing her until she was sixteen years old..I was only fifteen..but I already knew she was being abused..it was so obvious..so clear but she didn't tell me until she was..a teen..didn't she trust me?....Well...anyways..
The day after that conversation..she didn't come into school or the next three days after that...it was strange she would sometimes be off for only about one or two days..but she was off for four days..I thought her dad killed her..When I arrived home on a Friday I texted Emii she didn't reply, I phoned her..no reply I kept calling and phoning afraid for my friend's life...but nobody else knew what might have happened except..her and me.
Around 6:00pm on the same Friday my Mum was in the kitchen making dinner, I was sitting on the sofa looking at all the messages I sent her when my Mum turned on the news..I watched and listened horrified..
Four days ago 47 year old James Anderton was found dead in his home his head was cut off and hung on the wall beside him. Carved into his stomach was
“Hope you have a lovely little dream”
The suspected murderer is his sixteen year old daughter Emily Anderton who was seen by a neighbour running away from the crime scene covered in blood. The police are searching to see if they can find Emily but she has disappeared.
My mother turned to me..and said
“Samantha?....Wasn't Emily..your best friend?”
I went to bed that night...thinking about what happened..Emii...killed her dad?..In such a horrible way?...I-It didn't seem like her. That couldn't be my best friend that killed him..if she did..I'm not surprised..I can't stop thinking about what he did to her and now what happened. I couldn't sleep...I just couldn't..
It was about..1:30 in the morning when...I finally got to sleep..I heard the window down my hallway open..but I remember closing it..I got up looking at my door I started to hear someone walking towards my door..I had a feeling it was Emii..
My door opened and in walked...E-Emii..she...was covered in blood..her dyed red hair..covered in blood, her dark black jumper..drenched in blood and her skeleton leggings....just covered in blood...her Dad's blood...Her eyes had dark circles under them with black tear stains on her cheeks...She looked at me with a crazed look in her eyes..
She told me...she had killed her dad..she wanted me to come with her...to stay with her forever..we would be best friends forever..and no one would stop us..I..I...couldn't help but cry she didn't seem my best friend anymore..she scared me..so I had to go..I had to leave with her or she might have killed me..
Now...two years later..I still live with her she goes out a lot to kill..innocent people...it's now part of her daily life..to kill..it's sometimes terrifying to live with her...there are days she is as made as eve as if she will just kill me...then there are days she is fine..but I will always be afraid....of her...my best friend the serial killer..