Finally he died (with seven chops in his head) and I left the room to get a phone. When I came back he was gone. There was blood everywhere. My dad came to the door to pick me up and I told him what happened, and that we had to warn our neighbor, Sara. He didn't believe me. I pulled him towards Sara's house, and I saw the guy I had just killed walking down her driveway, from her front door. He had a friend this time, with a black beard.
I figured Sara was dead, and pulled my dad back into my house. I explained that someone was going to come and try to kill me now, and asked him to be careful. He didn't believe me. I ran into my room and grabbed my bloody ax. I waited in my doorway. I woke up.
