Mara's Revenge

“So start from the beginning.” “Well, it all started when I was lying awake in bed. I noticed that in my bedroom the air was like ice. I came went out of my bedroom to get an extra blanket when I tripped over my little sisters teddy bear that she left in the hallway. I picked it up and set it back on her bed, and that’s when I noticed that its eyes were red. As I was staring at the teddy bear I felt like I was being hypnotized or something. It was very creepy to me.” Alex started telling Mr. Jones. “Was there anybody else in the house, or were you the only one?” “I was home alone. I mean I am 17 now.” “Alright, carry on with your story,” he said. “Anyways, I ran back to my bedroom. I stayed there until my parents got back home.” “What about your little sister? Where was she at?” Mr. Jones asked me. “She was at some camp with the rest of the family in Arizona. My parents and I decided to stay home this summer.” “Okay, tell me more of the story,” says Mr. Jones. “When my parents got home I didn’t tell them about the teddy bear, but I did tell them about my room being cold. They thought it was weird that my room was so cold in the middle of summer, but my mom just put a heater in my room thinking that it would warm it up.” “Keep going.” “A few days pasted with no creepiness until one day when I decided to walk up to the gas station that was just up the street from our house. I felt like I wasn’t alone. Like I was being followed. This happened every day from that day on. And then one night while I was getting ready for bed I saw a girl peering through the window.” “Did you know this girl that you saw?” “No, I’ve never seen her before.” “Tell me what she looked like,” he said. “She looked possessed. Like by a demon or something.” “Are you sure that’s what you saw?” Mr. Jones asked. “I know what I saw okay. I’m not making it up.” Alex was getting a little upset now. “Okay, okay. Tell me more.” “I went to bed that night, and I had a dream about a murder.” Alex said. “What murder?” “I don’t know. Some guy killing his wife or something. The crazy thing is that the girl that the guy was killing was the same girl I saw in my window. I had a dream about her every night, but I saw the dream of the murder twice. The other dreams were only her and I, but she was as she appeared in my window.” “Did she say anything to you?” “Well of course. It was as if she was asking me for help with something.” “Did she tell you what her name was?” Mr. Jones asked. “She said her name was Mara Wright.” “What did she asked you to help her with?” “She asked me to help her get back at someone. I asked her who, but she would disappear when I did. I would wake up, and go on with my day until I went to bed that night.” “When did she tell you to help her get revenge on Jack?” he asked. “I don’t know. I would say about 11 days later. I asked her who Jack was and she said he was her husband. The next night I had the second dream of the murder. That’s when I realized that the guy was Jack.” “Why did Mara ask you to kill Jack?” “I guess she couldn’t do it on her own. I guess she just needed help.” “Did she tell you why Jack murdered her?” “She told me it was because she found out that he was having an affair. They got into this big argument about it until finally Jack snapped. He took some rope that he got from in the basement, and hung her with it. He made it look like she committed suicide.” “Did you tell anyone about these dreams?” “No. I kept them to myself.” “So why did you kill Jack?” “Because I wanted to help Mara. She didn’t deserve to die the way she did. Jack deserved to die, but I only thought I killed him in my dream.” There was completely silence for about 10 minutes straight. “Alex, tell me what happened.” Mr. Jones was talking in a more sorrow voice now. “Six nights ago I was in my bed sleeping. In my dream it was day time. Mara led me to his house. She stayed with me the whole time. She showed me where to break in, and where the bedroom was were Jack was taking a nap. She told me to take the pillow, and smother him until he was unconscious. Then I carried him down to the basement, tied him up in a chair with some chain that I saw lying to the side. I tied his legs to the legs of the chair with duct tape that I found in the tool drawer. Mara told me to go up to the kitchen and grab a knife, so I did. I went back to the basement and that’s when Jack woke up.” Tears started coming to Alex’s eyes as well as Mr. Jones eyes. “Then what happened?” “Mara told me to take the knife and cut off is hands. ‘Do it,’ she said. ‘He deserves this.’ I covered his mouth with duct tape, closed my eyes, and went for it. All I heard was this crunch of the bones breaking, and when I was done I started having second thoughts about what I was doing.” “But it was too late. You already cut off his hands.” “I know. I just didn’t think that I could really do it. There was blood everywhere. Then she told me to look in this old black trunk, and grab the rope that was lying in there. I looked over at Jack, and saw that his he was crying. I didn’t care. He already knew what was going to happen. I took the rope and hung it over this board that was attached to the ceiling, and then I went up to Jack. I punched him right in his face knocking him out. I unhooked the chains that held him in the chair, and tied the other end of the rope around his neck. I went back to the end of the rope that was over the board, and pulled it down as the rope tightened around his neck. I tied it around the board over and over again until he was just hanging in the air. I looked at where I cut off his hands. The wounds wouldn’t stop bleeding. I stood there for a minute. I couldn’t believe what I just did. I had to get out of there, so I ran back home. I laid in my bed, and went to sleep not even thinking that there was still blood all over me.” “So you were just doing everything that Mara told you to do?” “Yeah. I mean I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyways. Then next thing I know I was being put in the back of a police car. I guess my parents saw the blood on me when I came in the house, and called the cops.” The door swung open as the guard told them there time was up, and Alex had to go back to his cell. “Okay, thank you.” Mr. Jones said. “Alex, thank you for your time.” Alex smiled. And without saying another word to each other, they shook hands, and went their separate ways.