Blake I sat in my bedroom window. I checked the clock. 6:40. Perfect. 5 minutes until she came. I had my camera ready. When she came, I would get all my family to show them that I didn't have mental issues. And I wasn't making this up. That everyday, just when it turned dark, a small girl would come out of the shed. She looked around my age, 6. She would always have a knife. She would walk around the meadow, out back. I tried to show my mom, but when she looked out, she said she didn't see anything. It was clear that she was there, though. I see her everyday. She walks around. Holding the knife in her hands, like the people in my 14 year old brothers video games. She saw me looking at her through the window a couple of times. When we made eye contact, her red eyes flashed. She bared her teeth at me. They were very pointy. In the mornings I would check the shed to see if she's in there. But she's not. I tried to take a picture of her, but when I checked the camera she didn't show up. I tried using 3 different cameras, because I thought the first one was not working, but the same thing happened with all of them. To be honest, she kind of frightens me. I don't know why I'm scared. She's a little girl, like me. But I think its weird that she's there every night. And she comes out of my shed with a knife. And she had red eyes and sharp teeth. Once, she started flying! She floated up to my window and started clawing at the glass. I ran downstairs to Mommy though. I told her their was a girl in my window. She ran upstairs to check. The girl wasn't there anymore. But the scariest thing that has ever happened, was when she kneeled down far away in the field and started eating one of my family's sheep. First, she used the knife to cut off the fur. Then she sunk her teeth into it. Her eyes started to flash red. I got scared, so Mommy let me sleep in her bed that night. And she's there every night. She keeps killing Mommy and Daddy's animals and leaves. They keep calling the police because of their animals dying. I tell them it was the girl. But they don't believe me. In my mind, I picked a name for her. I picked Blake. *Two days later* Last night, something really bad happened. I was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep. I heard the backdoor unlock downstairs. Then I heard footsteps through the entire house. I could tell where Blake was because of her footsteps in each room. I heard Mommy scream really loud. Then Daddy yelled really loud too. It sounded like he was hurt. Then the whole house got quiet. I got really scared. I hid under my bedsheets and started crying. I didn't know what to do. Then I heard her coming. Her footsteps down the hall. Then my door creaking open. I looked up from my covers. She had red liquid dripping down from the corners of her mouth. It was all over her white dress, too. The knife she was holding was red and she threw it at me. I ducked out of the way of the knife. Blake slowly walked over to me. She wrapped her fingers around my neck and dug her sharp fingernails into my skin. "OW!" I yelled. "MOMMY DADDY HELP!" I yelled. She gripped harder. I couldn't breathe. I tried to get out of her hands but I couldn't. The room faded black. THE END Authors note: Sorry this is really bad. I tried my hardest to make it sound like it was coming from a 6 year old. (shorter words, less intelligence, "Mommy, Daddy" Authors Note