Spirits | Teen Wolf

01 | murder town

      I returned to my house to find the front door thrown open. Both my parents were home, their cars were in the driveway, but it still didn't explain why the front door was open and no one was outside. Fearing the worst, I took my phone out and dialed 911, but didn't call them yet. It could be nothing, my parents could have left the door open because they were about to leave.

      I slammed the car door and slowly walked up to the front door, I pushed it open a little bit more to step through it. The hall light was on and I spotted bloody handprints on the wall, and blood drops leading down the hallway.

      "Oh god, oh god," I whispered under my breath as my hands began to shake.

      I slowly walked down the hallway, the only sounds in the house were my heels on the hardwood floor. It was odd for the house to be this quiet if my parents were home. I quietly stepped into the living room to be met with what could only be described as a bloodbath.

      My father's body slumped against the couch in a pool of blood, his dead eyes looked up at the ceiling and his mouth hung open with blood dripping out of it.

      "Oh god, no, no, dad," I sobbed and brought my hands to my face.

      "Kit, Ki-Kit," I looked over to see my mother sitting upright against the wall with her hands held over her stomach with blood pouring out between her fingers. Above her written in blood was, 'you're next.'

      I dropped my phone and car keys as I rushed to my mother's side, putting my hands over my mother's. My hands quickly became covered in blood and my breathing became short.

      "Kit, listen to me, you have to leave they are still here. They are here for you, leave now and go to the animal clinic, fi-find Deaton," My mother said, her voice laced with pain when blood bubbled out of her mouth.

      "Mom, just hold on you'll be okay, I promise," I struggled to my feet and rushed to my phone by the couch. My hands were slick with blood and left smears all over my phone as I struggled to unlock it.

      "Love, just listen to me. I'm going to die, your father is already dead, you can live but you have to leave now. I love you, my Kit," My mother said, more blood bubbled out of her mouth then everything went limp. My mother's hands dropped from her stomach, and her head lolled to the side.

      "No, no, no, mom. Please, you'll be okay, just hold on," I rushed back to my mother and placed my hands over her stomach that was slick with blood. I grabbed her face in my hands and looked into her dead eyes, "Mom please don't leave me," I sobbed and leaned against my mother as tears streaked down my face.

      I sat like that for a while, holding my mother's dead body and crying, yelling, screaming. I was angry, angry that someone would do this to my parents. My father was a doctor, he helped people, he was a good person. My mother was a therapist for children. They both helped people for a living and someone killed them.

      I pushed my hair out of my face and struggled to my feet, I grabbed my phone and was about to press the call button when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked back at the message on the wall, 'you're next,' my mother was right. I rushed to the bathroom and quietly shut and locked the door and placed my phone by the sink.

      The footsteps descended the stairs and stopped at what I assumed was the bottom, "Come on Kit. We can make this quick, you don't have to suffer like you mother," A voice spoke, it was a male voice, but I didn't recognize it.

      I gripped my hands over my mouth to stifle my sobs, she fumbled for her phone and quietly sighed when the sobs stopped. I dialed 911 and brought the phone to my ear, backing into the corner of the bathroom and waited for the operator to answer.