Hopeless

CHAPTER TWO: Blood.

An abrupt and resounding bang shattered the silence of the household. The sound rang through the air, catching everyone off guard in midst of their settling down for the night.

Murmurs of confusion and irritation arose from the other members of the family. The bang echoed, as if demanding a response. But who could be knocking at such a late hour, and with such jarring intensity?

Your grandfather's concerned gaze shifted to you, your fear noticeable in the dark. He instinctively put a comforting hand on your shoulder, a gentle reassurance.

"It's alright, child," he reassured, his voice carrying a soothing tone. "Go on to the restroom, and I'll see who's at the door."

Your aunt, too, stood up, her annoyance apparent in her voice as she voiced the collective question. "Who could be bothering us at this hour and with such urgent knocking?"

You navigate through the dimly lit hallway, the only illumination coming from the moonlight seeping in through the open windows. As you reached the bathroom, you could faintly hear the sound of the front door being opened in the background, voices from the hallway filtering in.

Your aunt's frustrated voice was the first to reach your ears, a mix of irritation and confusion. "Who in their right mind knocks at this ungodly hour?"

You entered the dimly lit bathroom, the only source of light being the soft moonlight seeping through the open windows. The room was quiet, the only sounds coming from the distant murmur of voices outside.

As you finished using the toilet and began brushing your teeth because you forgot, a loud bang echoed suddenly in the house, followed by a series of terrified screams. Fear washed over you, making your body tense and forcing your hand to freeze in mid-action.

The screaming continued outside, growing more intense and panicked, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Fear gripped your heart as you debated whether to open the bathroom door and see what was happening. The screams and chaos outside contrasted painfully with the tranquil moment you had just been in.

You gingerly stepped away from the door, leaning back against the wall, the muffled sounds of panic and clamor filtering in. The air in the bathroom felt heavy with a mix of anxiety and fear. (AH! AH! I WAS SO 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 AH! AH! BUT 𝓐𝓷𝔁𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂 IS HEREEE😼)

With a mixture of courage and trepidation, you slowly approached the door, the screaming outside having faded into a pregnant silence. You cautiously reached for the door, your hand trembling as you pulled it to one side, just enough to peek through the slender crack.

An overwhelming, stinging scent of blood assaulted your nostrils, its metallic tang invading your senses and making your eyes water. The once-quiet bathroom suddenly felt claustrophobic, the scent of blood hanging heavy in the air, telling a grim story of what had taken place outside. (Guys, my sister is laughing..😀) (BUT ITS FUNNY YOU DEGRADED HIPO) (NO ITS NOT?? AND WTH IS A DEGRADED HIPO?? DELETE IT...)

Taking a hesitant peek out of the bathroom, you slowly turned your head, allowing your eyes to scan the dark hallway. The moonlight provided the only source of illumination, casting long shadows across the floor.

The silence was oppressive, broken only by the steady sound of your heart thumping in your chest. The hallway, which had only minutes ago been filled with the warmth and comfort of your family, was now eerily still, the sense of unease intensifying with each passing moment.

Your hand trembled slightly as you grabbed a small candle from the bathroom cabinet, the flickering light of the flame adding an eerie touch to the already nerve-wracking situation.