Black Smoke

Coming home

As I opened the front door I noticed it was eerie and quiet. I walked down the main hallway to see if anyone was home. I pushed open the first door on my left, Nick's room. It was almost completely turned upside down. The sheets were torn off the bed as if there was a struggle, the chair was dragged away from his desk, everything that was on the dresser was now on the floor or had fallen on its side and his mirror had been broken. It also looked as if someone had stepped on the broken shards because of the surrounding blood drops. I moved hesitantly down the hall to the next room, afraid of what I might see. It looked like a dog had clawed the middle of Jenny's door and all along the wall. Now truly afraid, I walk down to the end of the hall cautiously and pushed open the door, revealing a blood bath. All of them were dead, gruesomely slaughtered, my heart pounds like a thousand drums inside my ribcage. All of my family dead brutally ripped from me but by who? I spotted the bloody knife under Jenny's hovering body. Her death was the cleanest of them all, it couldn't have been her, never, she would never. It only made sense she did this then she saw what she did. It was like a nightmare I couldn't believe it was happening. I couldn't take the sight of them like this. I ran out of the house as fast as I could. Sprinting out into the street dialing 911.