I hate my life

My life hasn’t been the same since i turned 15. Not one day has been normal nor good since that day in June 2010. Let me explain: On my 15th birthday, the 12th of June 2010, I was preparing for my party that was later that day. I was just about to place the last plate on the table when my doorbell rang. ”Really? Guests aren’t supposed to arrive until 5…” I thought to myself. As I opened the door, I saw that nobody was their. First I thought it was some ding dong ditching child playing a prank on me, then I looked down. Their was a gift. A blue gift, nicely tied with a red strap of string around it. Like the once you see in the old cartoons. In it, there was a price of thin cardboard. There the words were: “Don’t open your windows tonight Love: mannequin” First I was deeply disturbed, then I was confused, then I was both. I put it on the gift table and tried not to think about it. Later that day, everyone arrived and we were having a good time. For explanation, I have a pretty big family, so I don’t really notice if there are extra people at gatherings or party’s. But this time, it was different. I saw someone, tall and pale. He looked like a mannequin with a face and black hair. He had a shimmy and a tie on, he was holding a drink, but wasn’t drinking it. He was just standing there, staring into the void. His eyes not moving, neither was anything else on his body. I was really weirded out by it but I didn’t want to ruin the mood, so I didn’t tell anyone about him. Later, when I was opening gifts, I was opening my gifts and i got some video games and an Xbox. Just normal teenage stuff. Eventually, I had opened every gift. Except for one. The gift from “mannequin”. It was far away, so my mom picked it up and handed it to me. While she still was holding it, she read the price of cardboard. Her face shifted into a worried and confused look. “You don’t have to open it if you don’t want to, honey.” She whispered in my ear. Eventually, everyone left, except for one person. The weird tall guy. He walk towards me, staring soullessly at me. He walked slowly towards me. I was really scared. What was he gonna do to me? As he was right infront of me, he picked up the gift and slammed it on the table infront of me. I breathed hard. I was scared. Scared for my life. I picked it up and started to open it. As I was opening it, a foul stench came out of the present. As I took off the top of the present, I saw what was in it. A human hand. Cut clean off a body, it was still bleeding. I screamed and my family ran into the room. They saw what was in the present. Everyone screamed. My mother ran up to me and took my hand, then she dragged me to the couch. She and I started to cry. “ I love you, I’m so sorry for you.” My mother said. “ the tall man that looked like a mannequin forced me to open the gift. The man that stood next to me when you came in to the room.” I said with a shaky voice. “What? What are you talking about?” My mother asked. I explained how I first saw him and how the gift showed up, then I explained how he forced me to open the gift. I still don’t know if my mother believed me or not, but it wouldn’t do any better for what came the next couple of days. It started off kind of small. A dead dog with a huge bite taken out of its stomach showed up at my door. One day my school called me and said that they have found a human arm in my locker. But one night was the worst of all. I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt something on my leg. It kind of hurt, but not too much. I shook it off and thought it was my dog. Then I looked beside my bed. My dog was dead. His ribs were sticking out of his body, his heart and organs spilling out on the ground. His leg was infront of him. Torn off. I screamed and looked down at what could possibly be chewing on my leg. It was him. The mannequin guy was chewing at my bleeding leg with his long sharp teeth. I jumped out of bed and ran to my parent’s room to tell them about what happened, but they weren’t there. I ran to the living room. They weren’t there. Then I ran to the kitchen. They were there! But not in the state I wanted them to be. Their skin was torn off and resting beside them. Their limbs were cut off and were no where to be seen. I looked at their face, their eyes were popped out of their heads. They were moving and trying to scream in pain. I fell down to my knees and cried before them. I cried my eyes out. I was completely exhausted. I wanted to rest for as long as possible, but then I heard him walk down the stairs. I ran out of the house and knocked on the neighbors door. They opened. They let me in to their house and they asked what has happened. I told them about everything that has happened since the birthday. They listened to me and called the police. The police arrived at my home. They took down the mannequin took him to a prison. I thought I was safe for a month. I was living with my neighbors and I was beginning to heal. I heard a knock on the door I went to open it, and there he stood, in all his glory, the mannequin. I ran up the stairs and hid in a closet. I heard as he ripped my adoptive parents to pieces. I sat there and quietly cried as I heard the screams of my adoptive parents. I’ve always lived in fear of that man ever since. I’ve been in therapy since then. I have seen some signs of his presence on many occasions. Dead dogs, body parts, the head of the person he got that hand from, many things. I was free from his fear for around a month now, But yesterday night, I was chilling in my room with my window open because it was very hot outside. I heard a knock on my door, so I went down and opened it. There was no one there, except for a present. “I told you to keep your windows shut” It said in the cardboard. I heard the window shut upstairs.