I sat staring at the dead corps on the floor, the only hint of family I had left, gone. Everything turned into a blur of anger,
tears and sorrow. I looked up at the blurred, dark, figure, holding the long blade. No face, just a dark face mask and eyes of greed and anger. Before I knew it I jumped up and ran. I could not tell where my body was taking me. I felt the cold blade reach through me and grab my broken heart. All I had left now was the house, about to be emptied, and myself. I lay on the floor. How could I forgive the world for this? Why does the world have to be this way? I looked at my dear mother's cold face, looking up at what could of been. Looking at the one site I wanted to see last, I closed my eyes.
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HorrorJohnny's dad is a house flipper, buys houses and fixes them up. They move to there new home in a small farm town. Once they move in, Johnny notices things are not usual that scare him more and more as the days pass. Johnny also figures out that love...
