The creature

A shadow person walks into your home every night..talking to you. Reminding you of what he has done. Every single night it comes and say. "Remember that night...you lost your family?" His voice echoed. The image of my little brother dead on the ground. The fear in his eyes, still comes to my mind. And if you ever talk back to it...you will die.
The image of him smirking, lurking over my family's bodies.
A puddle of blood over the floor.
No one knows of their death even if they died 3 years ago.
I still walk pass them everyday. Their stained blood still on the floor.
"Don't clean it up." The shadow person demands.
"Why n-not?.." I spoke in fear.
"Because it is a trophy for me and a memory for you." The shadow person faded away.
Smirking..