WARNING: This book contains very bloody violence, mild swearing, and some sex. Overall rating, R, for strong depictions of bloody horror violence and gore, disturbing content, terror, language, sexual references, sexual content, and sexual situations
Yet it seems to be a other quiet night, no one is expecting anything. I hear a crunch in the snow. The glistening of his knife reflected off my christmas lights. He came and saw, and killed by cutting, her remains lay on the floor (and on the ceiling, and the walls) bleeding. It stunk of rotting flesh. Her intestines lay out on the floor, like a child's toys. I walked in and screamed, as I see his knife no longer shining, but soaked with blood, his black mask hid his disgraceful face, as he ran off, laughing at my pain. I sat and wept, for I did not see what else he had done. I walk into my parents bedroom, and my father lays on the bed, with the eyes out of their sockets and in his hands, all I see is dark gaping holes where his eyes should be. I screamed in terror. I run to get the phone, and a anonymous voice picks up. "I cut the lines sweetheart, no way of saving your precious parents now!" The dial tone rung, that is when I blacked out. I woke up in the hospital with hearing the news about my dead parents. A doctor comes in announcing me like a something being auctioned off. "Destiny Calloway, I am very sorry to say, but your parents are dead." I sit there, shocked, hoping it's a dream and my mother will wake me up any second now, but it's not. I stumble into tears, then I start to bawl, this is no dream, he's my true nightmare now.
