It was a thursday when it first happened. My sister, Carol, told me that she heard scratching at her window during the night. Obvioulsy, I expeted it was an animal or the wind. But she kept telling me, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. When I checked, I found a scrap ofgreen material. on the window sill. I didn't know what could have left it, but I left the window open and went to me room to watch youtube. I like to listen to vocaloid (japanese pop music) so I put my favourite on, a song sung by Oliver. But, when I put it on, it sounded all wrong. the music seemed to all be in sharp notes, and the melody was all wrong. I kept listening, thinking that I must have heard it wrong the first time. But the picture slowly started changing. The eyes started being bloody, and oddly realistic. I thought it was weird, but I didn't have enough time to think. I heard a scream a few doors down. I ran there, and I went in. I saw my swister laying there, dead, with a mark on her chest.

True story.