Lake Infested

THE KILLING

As I heard the screams of my family members, I begin to cry. I saw my little brother Tommy crawl across the floor. Tommy is 2 years old and doesn't know how to walk. I saw hands reach out and pick him up. The hands had four fingers on their left hand...they were missing their index finger. I couldn't see who the hands belong to, but I could see Tommy. The person walked away with Tommy in their hands and I can only see a shadow of them. Tommy screamed my name halfway, but before he could finish the nine fingered person broke Tommy's neck and threw him on the floor like a rag doll. I had to hold in my tears and screams or I would get caught too.
As the person walked out of the house and drove off, I ran over to Tommy. At last all of my screams and tears were released. I put his head in my hands and cried. I felt like I wanted to die. I wish I was killed to.
When I finally looked up, I saw my parents on the floor. I screamed even louder when I saw that their bodies were torn to shreds. I crawled over to them and kissed them. As hours passed I finally got up and decided to bury them. They couldn't stay there forever. I got the shovel out of the shed and started to dig. It took me about four hours plus one because I kept crying. I dug a big hole to bury them all together. My dad on the left and my mother on the right, Tommy in the middle. I didn't know what to do with my life. I couldn't call anyone because we don't have a phone and I couldn't go anywhere because we were 35 miles in the woods in every direction. if I was to leave, I wouldn't know where to go.