Killer Isaac

(Diary entry)
Another fucking nightmare... I am getting paranoid, way too paranoid, that thing keeps scaring me... It keeps giving me nightmares... It's trying to hunt me...
Laura had once again had another nightmare, she was starting to get paranoid, her father was worrying about her. John loved Laura more than anyone else in his entire life, he would never let anybody or anyone get to her. It was 9:45 PM, John had gone to bed early, and Laura had stayed up talking to Jenny about her nightmares.
"So what do you see in your nightmares?" Jen asked, while sipping her wine glass.
"Its a tall man, he keeps saying, don't open your eyes..., DON'T OPEN YOUR EYES..."
Suddenly there was a knock on the old wooden front door to the Farmhouse, "I'll get it", Laura went towards the door, slowly opening it. There was no one there, nobody running, nobody or anything moving. She shut the door, but when she turned around, she saw something through the window of the back door leading to the farmyard, what looked like a shadow of a head suddenly darted to the side.
Fear ran through her, the shadow of the head she saw was almost like some sort of oval shape, there wasn't any hair on the shadow. Suddenly glass could be heard shattering, she quickly ran upstairs to wake Dad up... But when she opened his room, she stood still at what she saw.
A tall man, wearing some sort of gas mark and black winter jacket, both burnt, cut and had multiple patches and stitches. He wore ripped black trousers, he was at least 6 and a half foot, he towered over Laura like moving trees out of an old cartoon-like horror movie. He was standing in the corner of John's room, staring at Laura. Suddenly he pulled out a sickle, a sharp, hook-shaped sickle, it was rusty and covered in blood, this made Laura scream. She ran out of the room, darting down the stairs, trying to find the phone so she could call the cops.
But the killer was quick, walking down the stairs and towards her while she held the phone, she tried to dial 911, but the killer knocked the phone out of her hand, he then grabbed it and smashed it on Jenny's head, who was right behind him, with a steak knife about to hit him. He then kicked Jenny, pain going through every vain of her body. He then threw her towards the patio door window, smashing it into fragments that punctured her body.
The killer turned around, Laura being nowhere to be seen. He then walked slowly towards the wide open back door, picking up the steak knife Jenny had, looking at it, as if he wanted to use this to kill the rodent that escaped him. He then heard footsteps upstairs, he saw John, holding a shotgun pointed directly at him. The killer stood there, staring right at John.
Then he shot the killer, at first he thought he had finally killed the fucker trying to kill his daughter. But the bullets did nothing, even if he saw the bleeding holes in that son of a bitch, he walked as if he was never even shot by the shotgun shells. He fired again, and again, and again.
Nothing stopped the killer walking up the stairs and towards John, John then started moving backwards, a frightened look on his face. The killer then grabbed John, and threw him of the balcony of the staircase, John fell onto the wooden floor, on his back. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, but he could see the killer slowly going through the back door and into the barnyard area, he then fell unconscious.
Laura was running towards the Barn, but she heard the grass crunching not far behind her, the killer's paces going faster than her own. She tried to open the barn door, but it was locked, she didn't know where John kept his keys, she screamed for help, but then everything went black. All she heard was the name:
"Isaac"
Laura woke up, her heart monitor going sky high. Then she realized that she was in hospital, and that she had survived a murderer's attempt to kill her, she gazed across the room, she saw John, in bandages, staring at her.
"Up already sweetheart?" he said, Laura then felt safer then she did, Jenny was also OK, but in a much serious condition and that she wouldn't be leaving hospital anytime soon.
The killer stared at his bloodied list of names, each one having a cross on them, Laura's name had some sort of dot on it. He stared at the list of names, scanning through them, "Jeff...", he then put the note away, grabbed his sickle and walked menacingly along the pitch black road, walking in the direction of his next victim...
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