History - Original Writing He lay there, like the devil, on his own catchphrase. Scared and confused, unaware of what evil may be unleashed upon him. Despite being the one whose left hand, he had driven the nail of punishment into the hearts of others through this exact routine. He couldn't understand how what he had created would lead to his bloody death; for a brief moment he had selfish regrets for what he had done, but a quick thought of the pain he had caused innocent and vulnerable people brought back his sadistic joy. Suddenly, a high-pitched, piercing sound exploded in his ear like that of a wailing banshee, warning of death. Jenny awoke from her sleepless sleep and, although aching all over, slowly managed to put on her irritating leather dress. He walked slowly towards where his watch lay and realized something strangely disturbing. Her gold watch, carefully guarded for reasons kept just for her, faced the brick wall, covered in hideous but intricately patterned wallpaper. Jenny, being very philosophical, reflected on this flaw, having been awake all night, she knew she had not altered the clock's position, and, as she lived alone, no resident of the house could have interfered. She didn't want to think about this matter anymore and, too scared to even touch the clock, Jenny left it and began to descend her sometimes mesmerizing spiral staircase. Each lift of his foot was followed by a crunch as he walked down the steps, took another step and felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his left foot. Jenny slowly looked down, and saw that she was frozen on her beloved watch - still... middle of paper... someone still driving. He stopped the car in the middle of the street, got out and walked to Ash's door at the end of the street, opened it as if he knew it would be open and unoccupied. He saw blood all over the carpet and smeared the wall, then his heart stopped, he felt a pain as if he had been stabbed by his dead sister. Daniel saw his mother's watch, on the stairs, with broken glass everywhere and blood staining the gold. This to him was the worst thing that could happen, he went up to the clock, fell to his knees and shouted: "My mother's soul is now gone, it is time for me to go with her." He grabbed the watch with both hands and smashed it on his head, then bathed in the glass. “Marcus Dean, you are responsible for all this, you led me to corruption, you made me feel guilty. And now I am.”