I'M DONE

Did you ever have a sleep walking younger brother or sister? Well if you had one or not IM telling my story. My sister was always 5 years younger than myself. She sleep walked. I never did though. I was a subtle child. I was quiet, I never really spoke too much.
My sister was weird. Not bad weird, but she made everybody laugh, she lit up each room with her stunning personality. But she had her moments where I thought I didn't know her, and the moments when I thought she was fucking insane. I didn't like the fact that sometimes I thought of my sister, being insane, killing people. But I thought it.
When I was about ten, something happened that makes me sad. Scared. And just fucked. It was a normal night. My father and mother, my sister and myself where out on the couch. Watching TV. We watched various shows on Cartoon Network (Remember this is about 20 years ago. When the original Cartoon Network just started out.)
Once bedtime rolled around we sighed and got ready like normal. My sister went to brush her teeth. And then jumped right into bed. She didn't even say goodnight to me. Out parents tucked her into bed. And by this time I didn't need my parents to adjust my sheets. My dad came in, gave me the usual "Goodnight" and "I love you." after this I went to sleep. It was a long day and I just wanted some well needed rest.
Around one o' clock in the morning I woke up to a strange sound. It was a thumping. Pitter patter of feet. Running up and down the halls. Soon I could hear it well enough so that I could recognize the sound. Of pacing. Just pacing, somebody just walking on the floor. 1st step, 2nd step, 1st step, 2nd step. I had not heard of my sister casually sleep walking before so this was new. The pacing stopped and the sound retreated. There wasn't even a pitter patter back to where the thing that was making noise came from.
The next day was quiet. I asked my parents about the stomping. They said that they hadn't heard anything, I thought that was weird. Because their room is right beside mine and it was pretty damn loud. Now just a few days ago I found a notebook (the notebook is what made me want to write this down.) The notebook was just full of journal entries. When I was 10, I remembered I would write all these entries while stomping went on. So I think I will let some of them on here.
Entry 1: July 10 1993 : 3:24 am
The stomping wont stop. Its been going for about 1 hour. I wonder what it is. Maybe mom and dad are having a dance out there. But where is the music. Where is the talking. It would be a bad dance without music or at least some talking. But no. Its just silent.
Entry 2: July 10 1993 : 4:43 am
It has stopped. I didn't hear anything more than the last thump. But now its too quiet. Its scary. The sun should start coming up in 1 hour.
Entry 3 July 11 1993 : 12:20 am
Before bed I took Dad's camera and pointed it down the hall. The camera can last maybe 3 hours. Hopefully I can catch some kind of ghost or a dance. Maybe sisters walking around.
Entry 4 July 11 1993 : 2:33 am
I think sister is the one dancing around out there. But now it sounds like she just stepping on to parts of the floor. And sometimes she laughing. IM starting to get scared, why would she get up at such a late hour just to dance in the narrow hallway?
Entry 5 July 12 1993 : 2:56 pm
IM about to review the tape. Nobody is home at the moment. Moms taking sister out and dads at work. I will write another Entry after IM DONE.
Entry 6 July 12 1993 : 5:42
I pop in the CD I burned a while ago. The video has been tampered with, as it says "last edited 6/12/1993/5:33" and the file now says imdone.jpg. This intrudes me, being that jpgs cannot show videos. The tape mostly contained my sister, and static plus white noise. Standing in the hallway. Wearing a black dress I Have not seen on her before. Her hair is put in a ponytail and her skin is white as a sheep. Her eyes don't look like the deep blue eyes they are usually. She is holding a doll. It looks like a creepy doll. One you would find in horror movies or something. She just stands there. No movement. Some times her face curls into a smile.
Entry 7 July 12 1993 : 6:29
I showed mom, dad and sister the video. Only the highlights. IM not looking forward for tonight. Sister claims she doesn't remember doing that. Was she lying? I have no idea but mom and dad looked really dumb trying to figure it out.
Entry 8 July 13 1993 : 3:41
Im Hearing whispering. And laughing. Footsteps. Harder, louder ones too. IM writing this on my bed. Trying to get sleep. But I just can't, the laughing is scary laughing. Crazy person laughter. I don't like it.
Entry 9 July 13 1993 : 7:09
Once the sun came up I fell straight asleep. No footsteps during the day. Mom and sis are out at the shops. Dads at work. Its a typical weekday. Except, the house is quiet. It feels like something, somebody is watching me. It doesn't feel nice. It feels like it wants to hurt me. While I was watching cartoons, I could hear things in sisters room. Clanging. Banging... Footsteps
Entry 10 July 14 1993 : 4:21
No footsteps tonight, only creaks. I had to get up to use the washroom. The air was thick. I could feel eyes. Watching me. The eyes feel like its throwing evilness and pain my way. I don't like it. When I was in the washroom all I had was a night light. Besides that I was too quiet. I don't think I had ever ran back to my room faster in my life.
The Entries Cut off there, IM pretty sure my friends dog ripped up the rest. But I can remember the rest very clearly. It was the middle of August. The air was crisp one night. My parents started hearing the noises. I was rushed to bed along with my sister, my parents watched a movie, or, a few movies.
I don't remember the details but I remember laying in the middle of the night, waiting for footsteps. They had become my ambient and I couldn't sleep without the damn things they didn't come. I fell asleep sooner or later. I woke up to a blood curdling scream. It was my mother. A few seconds later my dad started screaming too, the screams turned into gated screams. Very mellow. Then they turned to gargles. And then white noise.
I start freaking out and I was going to get up but when I got my feet out of my bed. But she was already at my door. A rusty knife in hand. Her doll in the other. Her skin was wrinkled. White as a ghost. The whites of her eyes where red, and pulsating. Her pupils where white. Her hair in a big mess. And her wrists bleeding. Same with her feet. Her dress was now white, and blood stained. The knife was bloody.
She looked at me for a few seconds. Before raising the knife to her throat and saying the words:
"I'M DONE!" in a demonic voice. She slit her own throat and then died. With a smile on her face. Laughing demonically.
IM not sure what happened next. I do remember the 6 years of therapy. The 7 years of nightmares the ten years of telling myself it was a bad dream. But its not. This happened to me, IM not sure how. But now that IM older I can settle with the theory that my sister was possessed.
I have a good life now. I have a girlfriend. Her name is Emma. She has these deep blue eyes. And black hair. That she likes in a pony tail. She loves dancing. And a white dress she wears a lot.
Now IM DONE what my sister has DONE to my parents...
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