Creepypasta (Terror)

Burnt toast

Burnt toast. I can smell the burnt toast. I go to the living room, I notice how my parents observe me and I rescue the toast. They smell it too. They have told me what I did and they are watching me.

I burned the toast to an unrecognizable point. I throw it to the dumpster, I put another bread to heat and I return to do my homework. Step by my parents' side; I do not listen to them. I do more math problems, and the smell feels again.

I have been very busy, very busy. I burned the toast. Step aside from my parents. I take out the bread from the toaster and throw it into the garbage can. It does not fit anymore. There's almost no bread anymore. I walk to the side of my parents. The blood is drying on the floor. I do more math problems.

They are going to get up. They are going to come for me. They have realized what I did. I have to keep burning the toast, I have to hide the plague of putrefied flesh. I have to finish these problems.