Seeing them

The Fifth.

I'm glad I can't feel pain. At least I don't.
They don't hurt me anymore. Uncle isn't allowed them over anymore, after one of the men tried to hurt my cousin for interrupting.
That was two years ago. I keep seeing the tall man in the forest by the park and behind the woods behind the house. Sometime he has someone with him. Ones I've seen before.
Until now.
My glamour flickers, like it does when the tall man enters the wards of the neighbourhood. I continue to slowly swing myself on the swing set. I keep my head down and I hear someone running past me and into the street. I look up and see another teen (the tall man has a lot of teens, weird) he has goggles and a half mask cloth thing covering his mouth. He has a hoodie that has striped sleeves and a dark blue hoodie and jeans. He's carrying two hatchets and is running towards my aunt's house. I look over to the tall man and he nods. I walk towards my aunt's house and step over the broken door. My uncle's shouts stop and my aunt's screaming starts. I climb into my cupboard and wait. I hold what's left of my baby blanket and hold it to my face as my aunt runs past my cupboard and up the stairs(?). She's an idiot. My cousin's screams echo. Then silence. There's a creek of the stairs and I lean against the wall of my cupboard. I sigh and hear a shout of a boy.
"Slendy!"