Demented

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Under the screams of his parents arguing, he could still hear something coming from his bedroom closet.

His head snaps over to where he had heard a spine-chilling murmur right next to his ear. He pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them tightly as he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head violently.

He heard an ear-splitting crash boom throughout his room, causing him to scramble underneath the blankets. He sobbed quietly, covering his ears with his hands, whimpering a few words to himself. They were the words that his mother used to say to him when he would wake up in the middle of the night, terrified from his nightmares. It always made him feel safe. But it didn't seem to help this night.

His heart began to pound against his chest rapidly and his breathing quickened as he felt the blanket being dragged off of him.

"Leave me alone!" He finally screamed, his eyes shooting back and forth around the room frantically.

No one was in there.

He froze in fear when he saw the end of his bed sink down, the handprints getting closer to him. His chest rose up and down hastily, trying his absolute best to move, but he couldn't.

He heard a low growl right next to his ear, the hot breath hitting his cheek, causing him to scream again. This time, though, a hand covered his mouth to quiet him.

He heard the whispering in his ear again and he stared straight ahead at his wall with wide eyes. He could feel a sharp pain in his chest and he cried out, clenching his jaw tightly. It went away after a couple seconds and he pants hard, something not feeling right at all anymore.

He stood up from his bed, stumbling when he felt hands roughly shove him towards the door. He walked down the stairs, going right past his parents who were still screaming at each other and into the kitchen.

He dragged his feet over to the counter, reaching for the large collection of knives that his mother had.

He started to panic once he realized he didn't have control over his body. He couldn't stop himself and had no idea what was in store for him. His fingers curled around the handle of a butcher knife and he sauntered back into the living room, looking up at his parents.

He started to silently sob as his feet began to gradually move again, moving closer to his parents.

His mother noticed him and looked at him with watery eyes, her cheeks stained with tears.

"Eli.." She whispered, shaking her head. That was when her eyes landed on the object held tightly in his hand. She tried to grab it from him. But it was too late now.

Her blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the house.

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"Benjamin, Melissa, and Chloe Andrews were found dead this morning in their living room after a neighbor had sent in a report of the nineteen-year-old son, Elias Andrews, in the front yard covered in blood. The young boy had reportedly tied his three family members down before grafting symbols into their skin and carving a six into each of their chests, then slitting their throats afterward. Elias Andrews is now being transported to the Maple Grove Mental Hospital where he will serve a life-sentence. My name is Keith Malarky and you're watching The Daily Pinnacle. Back to you, Dawson."