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She was never one to take matters into her own hands. However, She felt a responsibility to do so after that night
The night that ruined all chances of a normal life, a future. Obsession took over her past year, submerging her into a vengeful spree in look for the creator of her solemn pain; the author of her regret.
Fear got the best of her that night. She had never experienced her body soaked in a cold sweat, trembling vigorously. She was the one to put the brave face, to mock others fears. Now, the utter fear still haunts her dreams.
Pressure, tension, stress. Aledis wasn't used to face them nor good at facing them. That night challenged her beliefs, reassuring her that they were, after all, right. The severeness of the night still dances inside her mind, taunting her.
The ominous mellow moon shone before Aledis' house. Highlighting its authentic Spanish rustic features. The house was situated in the countryside of Teruel, no other buildings surrounding it. Quiet was a good quality in most cases except that night.
The young 22-year-old barhopped along her former school-mates, a tradition she followed every chance she had to go to her hometown. It mostly consisted of extreme alcohol guzzling and partying up until dawn.
She was one to break the rules, driving whilst drunk was usual. The village she lived at never noticed as she had a high tolerance for alcohol, which meant that she was only slightly tipsy when others would already be on their knees on the hard cement floor, spewing all remains out of their system.
When she arrived back home, Aledis found herself to a tranquil home. Suspecting her parents were sleeping, she snuck into their room and planted a kiss on her mother's forehead earning a sleepy grunt and a soft smile from her in response.
As she approached her bedroom door she heard a loud thud coming from downstairs, 'wind' she thought as it was the only explanation she wanted to hear.
She stepped into her room, changing quickly from her party outfit into her velour sleepwear. As she advanced to remove her makeup she heard the same thump; now on the same floor that she was on. It took her a second to analyze that it came from her parent's room.
She immediately stepped outside into the hallway. It was dark, as dark as her thoughts. 'There is a monster in there', they stated, 'it's waiting for you.' She didn't want to believe them, believe that there is a chance for her family to get hurt.
She placed her hand on the cold door handle, slowly twisting it round. breathing in and out trying to calm herself. 'Shouldn't have had that extra shot' she reassured herself.
Her eyes were able to make out a shape, the shape of her mothers figure highlighted by the moonlight.
She didn't turn the light on as she didn't want to wake her parents, if they were alive. But no threatening sounds came from them except deep breaths, in and out, snores from her dad. But she was still torn.
Lifting up the sheets from Ana's, her mother, face. She looked calm, no signs of pain or struggle. Aledis let out a breath she didn't know she held, relief washing over her.
She continued with her nightly routine, constantly worrying if there was something in her house. She couldn't sleep, consistently waking up from dark dreams, finally sinking into a deep slumber when she overcame her fears.
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Scream.
Aledis shot up from her sleep. Quickly rising from her bed and running to the room. The room across the hall. The room where the noise came from.
"Mamá?" Aledis screamed, voice breaking, tears welling, "Papá?". No response.
The only noise was coming from inside the room. Loud clashes and bangs arose from the room. The dreaded room.
The noise suddenly stopped, she finally built up the courage to turn the steel knob, to face her fears. Not a childish fear, a monster under the bed, in the dark. A fear of loosing others, life and death, losing oneself in the loss.
A slow panic arose inside her. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, as fast as the movement she made to turn the handle.As she stepped in, darkness soaked through her field of vision, leaving her unable to check on her parents. She could only hear the booming of her heart, the pumping of her veins.
She turned the light on, regretting it instantly.
What was in there petrified Aledis. She was no longer in a hurry to help, but stuck in an immobilized shock. Her breath became ragged; heart skipped a beat. The sight inside the room horrified her.
The bloodstained floor terrorized her. Causing her own blood to crumble. It staggered her how blood could travel, cover all crevices so easily; floor covered in glass, which Aledis did her best to avoid considering she was barefoot, but it was quite a challenge as her whole body was vigorously shaking. Her parent bodies were nowhere near her sight, worrying Aledis. However, she knew they were hurt as the crimson patches and stains were enough to confirm her thoughts.
Crimson covered bed was disheveled, cut apart by markings that appeared as knife thrusts. Feathers soaked in blood laid on top of the bed, Aledis was disgusted as something so light and pure can be engulfed by a thick, sticky substance. The pillows were thrown across the room matching the bed's decoration, all 4 in opposite corners. The one that interested Aledis the most was the one next to the 18th century-style wardrobe her mother adored.
The pillow rested upon the wardrobe, covering a larger object underneath. Aledis lifted the pillow gently off the floor and picked up what appeared to be a large rectangular box. The dark brown box had light scratches along the side clearly showing that this box had gone through time. Aledis felt some deeper scratchings on the top of the wooden box, they had 'A.B.' inscribed on them. Aledis decided to explore the scene before opening the slightly intimidating box.
The mystery of where her parents were was finally solved as she saw a lifeless arm hang over the opening of her mothers valuable wardrobe. The arm had the same wedding ring that her father wore for the past 29 years. Aledis gasped, taken aback by the recent discovery of her parent's lifeless bodies.
She backed away, tears threatening to escape her eyes, clashing upon her mother's dresser, it was a mess, a clear sign of struggle. Her parents fought for their lives, bringing up quite a fight. What confused her the most was the message on the broken glass of the ebony-framed mirror. It read 'terror', whoever wrote that wanted Aledis to feel the sheer terror of the murder of her parents, the disrespect of dumping them onto one of her mother's most prized possession.
Sobs finally escaped Aledis' body, slowly dragging it down the wall. Aledis was angered, disgusted, depressed by the murder of her parents. She was confused by who, or even what could do such thing. Aledis balanced herself by placing both hands on each side of her figure on the floor. Aledis' body was shaking, face puffy and red. Tears drowning her eyes until she couldn't, wouldn't cry anymore.
She felt a strange substance under her right hand, a grainy yellow powder. A foul smell emerged from it, she had never smelt that in this house ever. It must have been evidence from the killer.
Then she remembered only one substance matches all that description.
