Paola was an eleven year old girl. She had long blond hair, blue eyes and a very white skin, like a doll. Three years ago, Paola went to John’s house, her neighbour. She went there to help John with his homework, and after they play football.
She arrived and said hello to John’s parents. They did their homework and they went to play. It started to rain and they had to stop the match and go into the house. Paola was sitting in the sofa when she saw a horror film: Blood’s party. John agreed with his friend, so they decided to watch it. It was getting dark because of the storm, but they pressed PLAY:

“Blood was a schizophrenic 5 year old boy. His disease was controlled by doctors and their parents, so he could have a normal live. In the school he received some special tract but he had lots of friends and he lived happily. At his 6th birthday, his mother decided to do a party in his house. There would be all his friends and they would have a great time.
They were all playing, and having fun, but Blood was bored. He felt tired and went to his bedroom; he wanted to be calm for few minutes. His mother was preparing the cake, in the kitchen. He could hear the noise of the knife and it was making Blood nervous… very nervous. He started running and he went to the living room. There, he saw 2 children: one like a doll and a boy next to her, John. They should be six years, like him.”
Paola paid attention to the TV. She was on the film! She was wearing her favourite dress and her eyes were completely blue. John was next to her, but he was upset. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. They turned off the television, but they still hearing that noise. A window crashed and Blood was in the garden. His skin was white and his eyes were red and much opened. He had a knife in his left hand and a notebook in the right one. It was Paola’s notebook. He hammered the knife into it, not hard, and hi cut a page. Paola’s hand started to open as Blood was cutting the paper. John was terrified; he could explain how it was happening. Blood continue cutting, and Paola was shouting and crying; it must really hurt her. John went to the garden but Blood wasn’t there. Paola was still crying; now, she had red arms. John was now in the living room, with her. He run into the house, but when he was in the living room Paola wasn’t there; Blood neither. He only saw the knife and the TV on.
John is now 20. He remembers every day Paola’s face. He had never talk about it because he knows that nobody will believe it.