I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was 15 years old and my sister was 9, we were home alone and I had just put my sister to bed when I thought I heard a noise in the living room.Walking to the living room i found the front door open.I began to close the door when I felt like I was being watched so I looked see. Seeing nothing suspicious I closed the door and layed down on my bed. It was around 12:00 when I heard my parents get home when I heard my mom scream something about the boy from next door. Me being as curious as I am I snuck out of my room to see what was going on. When I reached the living room I saw a sight I wished I didn't.
My parents were talking to the neighbors red headed son. ( I never learned his name but I knew he was 16 because i sat by him on the school bus one time all he did was text a few people. ) He was covered in bruses and dryed blood. My dad was on the phone calling an ambulance while my mom was trying to get him to talk when it occurd to me I had seen him talking but only to his close friends. But wouldn't he want to tell someone he had been attacked? When my dad hung up the phone he said who ever had done this could still be in the area so he went to grab the gun seeing me he tolled me to get my sister. So I woke my sister and walked back to the living room and once again was presented with a sight that nobody should ever see.
That red head that stupid red head he.....
My mom was on the ground and there was a huge gnash in her throat and when I looked up he was just staring at me with this twisted smile. I knoticed a knife with a wooden handle in his hand and he began to move toward me when there was a loud BANG and he went flying backwards. Turning around to see my father holding a smocking pistol came as a relief but before words could be said he ran to my mothers body and began weeping loudly. My sister was crying as well but she was still hiding behind me in the doorway. I was just taking in the reality of the situation when I saw'll a figure out of the corner of my begin to stand. But before I could react he lunged at my father and with a sickening slosh sound gutted my father who fell silently to the ground he then turend toward me. I was so scared I couldn't move. I should've done something anything but all I could was wimper while my sister ran away. He walked over to me. His movements were jerky, his eyes were glowing green , his knife was glistening red from the blood and all I could do was stare knowing what would come next. He was inch's away from me and he did what he did to the others he stabbed me in the gut and I fell but I wasn't dead and if he knew that I don't think he cared. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him walk to my sisters room kick the door open and draged her out of her room and he walked upstairs dragging my kicking sister with him. Me no longer able to see what was going on i looked out a window crying from pain and heard a window break up stairs. I then saw a sight of true horror i saw my sister fall though the air and with a loud sickening snap she hit the ground. He than walked back down stairs and left just like that. The next day I woke up in the hospital with minor stomache injury's ,the police informed me that not only had my family died but the couple from next door as well and their son had disappeared when they asked me who had done this I only had enough strength to say "That stupid red head".
