The air is cold and the feeling that something is wrong forces me to open my eyes slowly. I’m in my room. It is small and very dimly lit with faint light of a small synthetic tree. I can only see very distorted images being made by shadows. I throw my legs over the side of my bed leaving the warmth, crossing over to the massive door that stands between me and the hallway. The door being ajar allows me to open it without making any noise so I can reach the bathroom without waking up Mamma or Pabbi. The darkness of the hallway is like an endless void, making my way over to the bathroom I hear creaks and mechanical noises that are very silent. Darting out of my room to the bathroom to avoid anything grabbing me in the dark of the house. The light is so far up that I can’t reach the switch to turn it on so I say one word and the light washes out the room at that moment I hear a bump. It’s just Mamma or Pabbi. I think to myself. I can barely see out the door and I can see mysterious, shadowy figure move across the hall.
I hide behind the door of the bathroom to keep myself from seeing the monster out there. There is a loud creak that sends chills down my spine. Move in a little closer to see just outside of the door; whoever it was left the door ajar; seeing a shadow standing over my father’s sleeping body, the phantom raises a knife just above him. “Stop!” I yell out just as it plunges the knife into my father’s body once, twice, over and over again until he is dead for sure. It must not have heard my plea or just didn’t care. It continuously stabs my father. My mother wakes to my scream. She gets up but the thing is too quick for her.
It quickly moves over to her and takes the knife to her neck, moving the knife quickly across her throat. I run back to the bathroom and close the door quietly staying in there in the night for what feels like an eternity. I hear footsteps move quickly. Thinking the monster is gone, I walking out of the bathroom I tiptoe back to my parent’s room and I open the door.
I have to make sure this is real, I have to know what just happened. A feeling of intense dread grabs and claws at my stomach letting me know that something is wrong. This is real. They are really gone. I rush over to their bodies, over to my father. His lifeless corpse still on the bed a pool of blood surrounding him. Tears start to pour from my eyes as I shake him “PABBI!” I cry. Then I move over to my mother. The surprised look on her face carries fear and sadness. “MAMMA!” I yell. I shake her body. She doesn’t respond. All I can do is cry.
Just like that, I am alone in the world.
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