There is a mansion in the middle of a beautiful neighborhood surrounded by even more mansions. This middle mansion looks just like the ones surrounding it....welcoming, loving, friendly. To anyone looking in from the outside it would look like a nice family lived in the house, but all closed doors have secrets behind them. Just waiting for someone to be brave enough to crack them open and take a peak. Some doors never open though and those secrets never come out. Instead they are just trapped inside along with the "nice" family living there. Behind the red door. AxeWood Hills was a beautiful neighborhood. Where all of the nicest people lived with their good grades and expensive clothes. Inside AxeWood Hills there was a lovely mansion where the Brandy's lived. From the outside you would see a nice house in a nice neighborhood with a normal brown door. On November 3, 1995 however Alex Brandy saw it from the inside. Which had a red door stained with his dead fathers blood that had splattered all over the place after the gun shot. Poor Alex looked over to see his own mother holding the gun. She had a wicked look in her eyes and the most terrifying smile playing on her lips. Alex sat there under the coffee table counting down the seconds...waiting for his mother to find him. He kept counting because his mother was not looking. Instead she felt the cold barrel of the gun against her own forehead. Right before she pulled the trigger two words shot out of her mouth "I win". Alex jumped when he heard the frightening sound of the gun. He jumped a second time when the sound of his mothers body slammed into the floor. There...all alone was Alex staring straight into his fathers dead eyes. Wishing he would wake up. Alex wasn't the only person to see the house from the inside that day. Miss Mary the maid came through that horrid door at 9:45 for her morning clean. She found all the Brandy's right in front of the door. Little Alex was sobbing holding his father in a tight hug. Miss Mary let out a scream and pulled the little three year old Alex away from his father, then ran back to her car. Mary called the cops as soon as she got Alex buckled in. He had stopped crying now and sat in the back of miss Mary's car staring ahead at nothing in particular. He watched as the cops showed up. He watched as the not so nice neighborhood all came out to see what the commotion was about. He watched as the yellow tape wrapped around his house, labeling it dangerous for the first time. He watched as his mother and father were taken out of the house in black bags and he sat there.....alone.
