The Mats: The Angeles Family Terrors

A "Normal" Night

                   We thought it was a normal night, we were all eating our meals and drinking our beverages. It wasn't always like this, being peaceful. We would always hear Dad crying overnight as if he was being devoured by something.
                    We weren't able to sleep, noticing the mats sitting there in the middle of the night. Shadows tried to unravel it from the string of straw binding it. The mysterious  figures turned around. Their heads and bodies as little as children,but as black as a shadow of kids blasted with light, with grins and smirks as creepy as the Cheshire Cat. We were trembling in fear and as we hear Dad's screams in the night, the dark figures creep towards me and my siblings.    
                      The terrifying bodies of each child came near us standing up and before I knew it, I saw Juan, Jesus and Alfonso, dead with necks snapped in half. We ran outside to see ourselves back in the awful room where we see the blood bath from the bodies of the ones who are dead. It's been hours since they were killed by the shadows. We can't escape the darkness of this horrifyingly jaw dropping moments. 
                   We heard noises at the trunk, where the the honeymoon mat was stored. We opened it but by the time we fully opened the trunk, there was nothing, not a single thing inside. Turning around we saw the spirits possessing my brother Jose, before I knew it, he chopped his head off with blood dripping, "he" played with it.