Sally is Home

One day I went into the kitchen to fix up some breakfast. But to my surprise, the kitchen door was ajar. Since I live alone, this is very suspicious. I went to see if anyone was outside. And I saw in red spray paint, the words “Sally is home”. This didn’t surprise me, because I don’t live in a good neighborhood. I tried to scrub it off for hours, but to no avail. So I gave up on that.

When I went back into my home, my entire kitchen was ripped apart. The food from the pantry was all over the place, the table and chairs were flipped over, and all the cabinets were wide open. At first, I thought this was a prank. But I soon found out it was a demon, named Sally.

Before I went to bed that night, the power went out. I called the power company to tell them, but they informed me that there was no outage in my area. This was getting stranger and stranger.

When I was taking a shower before bed, the water came out blood red. I was getting frustrated, so I just went to bed.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and couldn’t move. But what I saw haunted me forever. At the foot of my bed, I saw a little girl, with her black hair in pigtails, and a crimson dress with the words “Sally is home” written across the front. She was staring at me in the most sinister way possible. Her glowing red eyes bore into me for hours. When I was finally able to move, she pounced on me and was screaming “Sally is home” into my ears. After a while, she disappeared. I called the police and reported it. The police thought I was mentally unstable. I was sent to a psychiatric hospital. When I arrived in my room, spray painted across the wall were the words “Sally is home”.