Kirsties p.o.v
Panting and loosing breath,I ran to my mums house hoping I'll get there in time.
Nearly tripping over the step I barged through the door screaming for the girls,no one came.
I was too late he's already taken them...but why would my mum just let him take the girls....
MUM! I shrieked, in flash I was outside her bedroom door.I could here muffled screams saying "stay out" .Absentmindedly I turned the doorknob.
What I saw was my mother tied up on her bed , metal chains wrapped tightly around her wrists .However I couldn't see much because before I knew it ...opening that door led to the hammering of an axe splitting her head open, spewing her brain matter on me. My mouth was open, and as hard as I try to deny it, I know I ate some of her brain tissue.
Before I could even comprehend and grieve, the lights turned out ...pitch black like a solar eclipse.
A noise , sounding like a another person's cough, muffled by distance. This is strange; the hallway isn't particularly echoey, even with the doors closed. Of course, nothing moves. I'm just making myself nervous, thinking about what else avi could of done. whats worser then murdering your mother?
Just to reassure myself, I walk over to turn the hallway light on. I flip the switch, but nothing happens. I guess I'll have to try the other switch around the corner. I start walking forward, then feel compelled to stop. My shadow clearly stands out on the wall in front of me. I look behind me. The lights aren't bright enough to produce a shadow that defined. I turn back. The shadow is even darker now, but smaller, more concentrated.
I start coughing. This is one of those more annoying fits, the ones that take several hearty hacks before they go away. I cough and cough, each cough harder than the last, making me gasp for air.I raise my head. The shadow has changed. It looks almost solid now, yet still delicate. It can't really be there, and yet I see it. The wall starts to shimmer and ripple slightly. At first I think it's an effect of the violent coughing that shakes my body, but even between each painful bark, the wall still moves. Faster and faster, the image before me shakes and transforms in impossible figure.Suddenly, it all stops. The movement, the shadow, the coughing, everything. I'm just standing in the hallway by myself.
A new image starts to form . A figure takes shape, its features becoming clearer through the shadows. I see the silhouette of two small children.I see brown hair. Then brown eyes. Then a full face. The children stare back at me, wide-eyed, with an apprehensive expression, like it doesn't know if it should be afraid or not. Then, I realize...
It's my daughters...
