The little girl was huddled in the corner crying. The sight made me sad. The father stood above her holding a whip. The young boy was laying in his crib horrified of what he was witnessing. The girl screamed as the whip made contact with her back and arms. I sat in the dark waiting for the beating to end. I couldn't help yet, she would die if i tried to stop him now. I quietly crawled into the boys crib. He noticed me and turned his head. My sown together fingers made it hard to make the shh gesture but it was the best I could do. I slowly lifted my hand and placed it on my closed mouth. His small mouth closed and he slowly sat down. I pointed to the corner of the crib he slowly crawled over to the designated area. I heard a pause in screams and a silent cry. The dad had turned and was focused on the young boy. He looked away and exited the room. I go through the bars of the crib and waddle to the little girl on the floor. The stitches that compose my mouth from the words "It will be ok." In silence. The girl whips her tears and sits up. I run back to the crib and motion for him to follow me. He quietly gets up and follows me out of the crib. I signal for the girl and she joins us. I walk to end of the hallway and put them into the closet along with the bloodied mother. I made my way to the master bedroom where the father slept. I made my way to the side of the bed and hopped onto it. Drawing an imaginary line across the fathers neck. I grabbed the exacti knife out of my small pocket and drew the line in blood. I watched as the red filled the bed sheets. Next.
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JAX
ParanormalA little boy was murdered at the age of three. His sister at the age of 1. And his mom at 23. All on the same night, by the same man.
