Bill's Diary Room ~ IC #11: Storymaking

It was the middle of the night, on my birthday when the event that would change my life began with a light knock on the door.

Throwing on my road, I headed to the door, and opened it, to see four very unusual characters standing at my front door.

Alice, who stood slightly in front of Jessica, Jason and Jacob looked up at me, with a smile, and said, "Hello Bill, we've come for your soul."

Shaking my head, I look directly at her and reply, "Ain't the first time a women's said that to me."

Shrieking loudly, Alice and Jessica lunge at me, fangs bared.

Yet, they leap stopped suddenly, as they hit what seemed as an invisible wall at the doorway of my home.

"You bitches were not invited in," I said with a half smile.

Jacob stepped forward with his teeth glinting like silver in the moonlight, "I don't need and invitation, asshole."

"But you may need to duck," I retorted pulling out a Berretta and aiming it right at his head.

"Well, I..." Jason started to say, but his sentence ended abruptly... probably because I shot him in his face.