As a huge scary movie fan I am very excited to read this. So, here I go!

"Would you like a cup of tea, Darling?" I asked my husband,

I told them, already feeling guilty for scolding them. Their heads still hanging, my sons walk to their own table in the corner of the kitchen, pick up their books and begin to practice.

Lena and Ina, who were spending the night in the sewing room, were the last that I tucked in.

thinking that a small snack would soothe the uneasy feeling in my stomach. The small room seemed to be the same as I had left it

It was only the door, I told myself. I was shocked that I was so spooked when I knew for a fact that the only other people in this house were now soundly asleep. I waited for a moment, breathing deeply as I stared at the door. When I mustered the energy, I went over and shut the door tightly. I resumed cutting the bread. But every few moments, I would glance over at the pantry, wondering if it would dare open again.

There was a searing pain in my finger. The sharp metal pierced my hand, scarlet blood dripping from the tip of one finger. For such a small cut, it gave a sufficient amount of blood. I went over to the cupboard and got a bowl, filled it with water and soaked my hand in the liquid, drying it with a cloth afterwards. I applied pressure with the cloth, and the blood leaked from my veins, turning the white fabric dark. Very clumsily, I take my plate of food and the pan of water to the table. I sat down with my back to the fire. The water was cool but felt so good in the hot, humid air of June.

I bolted to the staircase, heading for the safety of my bedroom where Josiah would protect me.

The door flew open and the man grabbed me by the arms. He wrenches me out of the closet and threw me on the floor of the hallway

Poor Ina. Poor Lena. I feared that the man’s accomplice had already gotten to my own children.

It was still open, just a little, as I had left it when I put them to bed earlier. But I could not tell if my children were in there or in heaven.

This was great! I am fascinated by unsolved murder cases and I have heard of this one before. It was in 1912 in Villisca, Iowa. Everyone in the house was killed by being repeatedly bashed with axes to their heads. I thought this was very realistic in the sense that you potrayed the fear and worry of a mother and wife when someone threatens their kid. I love how you kept true to the mystery and didn't reveal how the killers got into the house and how the house was locked after the killers left. Very well done.

-Charlotte Grace

I really enjoyed this! I found not at all one flaw (only because I was concentrating on the story). It's very good and I thought it was extremely descriptive! It gave a nice plot, however, at first I was a bit confused. How'd the murderers get into the house? And was there a reason why they were killed? Other than that, I loved it. Please keep writing, for the good sake of the world . I'm jealous, you're very good!