Killing you slowly

I'm 15, I live in the 7even 7even 5ive. R3N0, NV to be exact. I'm a singer, I'm a writer, I'm a dancer. Now how does that all work out? I have no idea either. I like to be alone most of the time, I hate the silence. I would like to run away someplace all by me self. My blogs have hidden meanings dont try to hard to think about them.
Thu Oct 15

extra credit english

A simple phone call started it all, just one little ring, and the heavy breathing began. Lindsey had seen it all before she thought it was just one of the football guys messing with her. But boy was she wrong. After the call banging all around the house started happening. She went upstairs to check on the kids she was babysitting, of course they were sound asleep. This was the typical set of for one of those horror movies where the girls are wearing sleazy pajamas and high heals. But this night was different, it wasn’t windy and there were no tree branches scraping against windows. Your typical quiet night, besides the strange phone calls and the banging against the house. There was a faint knock at the door that grew louder as Lindsey approached it, she opened the door quickly, and before she could let out a horrified scream she read the banister posted up saying “Happy Halloween!”