[ WP ] Your narrator seems to think he is narrating a horror story . You 're not amused .

It was a dark and stormy night. Karl parked his car and went to the entrance of the old estate with his wife. Something in his mind told him to run away now, elsewhere it will be too late. 
 
 `` Come on, that's so cliché, plus I already told you to not jerk around with this.'' Mumbled Karl to himself. 
 
 `` Who are you speaking to darling?'' Asked his wife, starting to feel the tension in his loved one. 
 
 `` To myself, do n't mind it.'' 
 
 He knocked on the door, three times, knowing that he was summoning something horrible, something that will tear his life apart. 
 The door opened with a earpiercing sound and an old lady with a wry smile appeared behind. 
 
 `` Good evening my dears.'' Said the old one. `` Come in quickly, it would be a crime to keep you under this rain.'' 
 
 Now that she spoke, it was too late, the trap was already triggered. Karl was trapped with her, obviously he noticed her murderous intent in her sentence but nothing could save him now. 
 
 `` Thank you mom.'' Said Julia. `` May I introduce you, Karl here is my mom, Sophia and mom this is Karl the man of my life.'' She closed the door behind him, even his loved Julia was a part of this, how can she betray him after all they lived together? 
 
 `` Glad to meet you Sophia, I heard about you so many times, now I can finnaly put a face on the legend.'' Said Karl to the old witch with a small taint of humor, but even that will not save him. `` And you shut the fuck up, I'm just visiting my mother in law.'' Mumbled him to me, the narrator, breaking the fourth wall with no respect for anything, a poor method to catch the readers attention. `` Says who..?'' And this brat kept mumbling. 
 
 
 `` Julia told me many things about you to, I'm so sorry that I could n't be here for the wedding but it seems that this old lungs of mine were against it. At last I can meet my son in law now.'' Answered the old lady. `` Come with me, the dinner is ready, we will directly have it.'' She ringed a little bell and talked to the maid appeared from nowhere. `` My dear, our guests have arrived, please get things ready for the dinner.'' 
 
 `` Yes, ma'am.'' Answered the maid before disappearing like she went. Even the aid here was weird, who have aid in our times by the way. This must be hidding something and Karl started to immagine what kind of mafia dona or vampiric lord could be the old Sophia. 
 
 `` What a poor writer, how can you hope to build suspense that way?'' Mumblings, mumblings, always mumblings but that will not save the poor Karl, something was controlling his moves and even if he tried to rebel against it his fate was setteld. 
 
 They took places around the large table and began to eat, the house mistress leaved the orderto just bring the meals to the table, she did the service by herself. 
 Red was the wine, a great Bordeau. Red was the roasted meat she sliced with a sharp knife. Red soon will be the tablecloth, tainted with the blood of karl when the knife will cut his throat. Tension was raising, and pearls of sweat began to fall in his back. 
 
 `` Sorry, can you tell me where is the bathroom, I need to refresh myself?'' He asked to Sophia. 
 
 `` Sure, follow this corridor...'' As she pointed a way with her right hand, the knife was thrown in dirrection of Karl's head. At the last moment he dodged it and the kitchen knife planted itself in the wall, marking it with meat juice. 
 
 Wait, what? Karl should be dead by now, the knife was supposed to kill him. 
 
 `` I'm so, sorry, it sliped from my hand. The... the voice told me it would go that way''. Said Sophia as she started to cry. `` Am I becoming insane?'' 
 
 And so Karl answered `` No, I do n't think so. I though it was only me, but it seems that we all are victims of a poor writer. Come with me, if he's as bad as I think he will not have designed the neighbour's house.'' 
 
 And so they leaved the house without my permission and with it escaped the scene. Boring characters. 
 
 EDIT: some spelling.
