Attack Of The Fingernail (TRUE STORY)

CHAPTER 1

So basically here's how it went.

I was talking to my crush through text when he had to go to bed. I started grieving, then my mind was telling me to kill a man with a fingernail. I looked at my fingers to decide which was the longest, and started chewing off my pointer finger's nail. I spit it out onto my hand, examining it to see of it was sharp enough. Just then, it came to life. It started talking. it started telling me to kill. I threw it on the ground and stomped on it. "Please! Don't do this! Please!" It begged. "My name is Jeremiah! I have a wife and two kids!" I decided to let him live. We started talking for a while until he grabbed a knife. My heart started racing... What was he planning to do? He ran to the kitchen and start chopping carrots. My breathing slowed and my shoulders relaxed. But something felt off. I looked over at him, realizing he was shaking as he held the knife. I slowly left the kitchen and ran upstairs to my bathroom, locking the door. Panicked, I sat in the corner of the shower, pulling the curtain over the hide myself. And then I heard him bolting up the stairs...