The Maid

A Story by Kimmay

It's the last couple paragraph of a horror story I've been working on. I'll post the rest of the story after. Let me know how the ending is! It's meant to be a story like "Horrorwitz Horrors".

I turned, ran, and pounded down the stairs as fast as possible. It was pointless. The maid was only walking, but somehow kept an unbelievably fast pace. I slid down the last banister and threw myself into the kitchen, where my dad was reading a newspaper and drinking out of a 1938 ceramic glass.

“Dad, dad, I don’t like it here. We need to go. Now.” I told him, gasping for breath.

“What are you talking about? You’ve been acting strange ever since we got to this house, but I assure you, there is nothing wrong with it.” He replied, concerned as a rock.

“It’s the maid. She’s been responsible for all the deaths recently. I saw her wiping blood off the knives and…”

My dad didn’t even let me finish. “Son, we don’t have a maid.” That’s when we both heard the unmistakable chink of a door being locked.