A short Story by my daughter Rikki Dombrowski for her English Class—(She only got a “C” for this awesome piece of writing)
Dec. 9th, 2007 at the time she was not aware that these were her memories - 3 days before her own 13th Birthday she shared this with me.
I did die then - the fog machine - her knowledge of the attack planned before it happened-
She is a beautiful writer and in that she will be only as ok as I am..
And I will live for forever for her I will fly high- and never will we fall again…
It all started the night of the dream, the dream when my life turned upside down and inside out.
I practically had a normal life. I had a mom and dad; I had two sisters and an annoying brother. I am 13 years old and my name is Kira.
It was about 12 am and dead silence in the house. I was sitting up in my bed with sweat pouring down my face. I was just sitting there thinking about the nightmare I just had.
In the nightmare all I saw was fog and a person running through the house; it was like I was that person. It was like I was following a person. I heard my sister scream and saw her jump out of the way of the person. She was scared of him….her.
My other sister, mother and my brother were in the corner of the hall crying and saying to each other ‘whatever happens I hope she doesn’t hurt us’.
As the person or girl I should say walked into the dining room. I saw me. I was just laying there- barely moving. My father was in the room to but he left as soon as I entered the room.
“Kira get up or you going to be late for school again’, my sister Lisa said annoyed by my sleeping in late.
She is 15 and always trying to act like mom. ‘Kira get up now… Kiraaa..!”
‘Fine, I’ll get up’ I yelled from underneath all my covers.
I didn’t realize I had fallen back asleep. I looked over and looked at my alarm clock it was ten minutes till 7, I had plenty of time. I rolled back over and started to fall back asleep; I heard a crash and my mom yelled. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to see what she was yelling. It turned out all it was, was the fog machine and fog was going everywhere just like in my dream.
Later that morning after I finished getting ready. My little brother Kyle was annoying my two sisters just like always; told me how mom broke the fog machine.
Then Lisa, Kelly, Kyle and I all went to school.
We all got home around three o’clock. That’s when it all took a turn for the worst. I went into the dining room to do my homework, mom, Lisa, Kelly and Kyle were upstairs doing something.
I heard someone at the door and I went to go get it, Dad got there before me. As he opened the door some woman walked in and asked “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes’ dad said quietly “yes, I am sure”.
She pulled something out of her pocket and at the moment I knew what was happening, my nightmare was coming true.
‘Nooooooooooooo’ I screamed at the top of my lungs “How could you”. Don’t you love us..?
I turned to run upstairs to tell mom and everybody when, I hit the ground, that’s it, I don’t remember what really happened after that. I just remember waking up in the hospital with Lisa, Kelly and Kyle staring down at me. Tears were in there eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I mumbled. Kelly took turns with Kyle telling me what happened. They told me exactly what happened in my nightmare. My sister Lisa upset,
“Well Kira… mom and dad... well...I don’t know how to tell you this, well…..
…’Mom and dad..are dead.” Kelly said as tears poured out.
The woman who came in and did all this, the one who killed mom and dad, tried to kill you along with them. They tried to stop her but she killed them in the process. The police said her name was Marie. ‘She was a professional killer’, Kyle piped in’
So dad must have hired her to do this.
“Why did she not hurt you guys,” I asked weakly. “Well we were all upstairs in Kelly’s room hiding” Lisa said as she sat down by Kyle.
“Oh, so she saw me, tried to kill me killed mom and dad instead and hurt me.” So she’ll come back and try to kill me to finish what she started. Right..? “
“I think so” the police said as he entered the room. We have been tracking her down, but we have not caught her yet. We need your help.
Within the next 24 hours, the police and my family- what was left of us, devised a plan to catch Marie. It was Sunday, July 24th. I was at the ‘steak house’.
The ‘steak house’ was where we stayed so that when she came the police could arrest her.. before she finished off with me.
It was about 12 am. And I was sitting in my bed.. with sweat pouring down my face. I was just sitting there thinking about the nightmare I had just had. Dead silence in the house.
I heard some one at the front door, I crept down to see what or - who it was..? I saw a shadow of some one, but no one was really there. So I went back upstairs to go to sleep.
Every now and then,
I wonder ‘what happened to Marie, the police never caught her., and they may not. We just don’t know.