As the trees rustled a soft melody in the middle of the night, a deafening silence echoed eerily in the four corners of the house. The moon was up and was shining down through the open window. Heart beating in an unsteady rhythm, he stood motionlessly in the bedroom with shaky hands.
Sprawled awkwardly and bathing on their own blood on the mattress and bedroom floor was his own family. Father. Mother. Little sister. Multiple stab wounds. Slit throats. Mutilated bodies.
Gasping for air, beads of sweat continued to roll down his forehead. With dilated trembling red-rimmed eyes, he looked down on the blood-soaked knife on his hands- a sinister smile slowly drawing on his lips.
