Horrid

Luke's P.O.V

I've been having these sick dreams, dreams where I kill my family. What's even sicker is that I enjoy them....

I enjoyed when I would stab them with a kitchen knife, I would smile and laugh as I saw my mother and father on the floor, dead, with a pool of blood surrounding them.

I would hear Calum, my brother, scream in horror behind me.

Before I could turn around and face him, I woke up.

Someone was shaking me awake.

I open my eyes and find myself face-to-face with Calum.

He had a worried but happy expression on his face. "There's new people moving in." He said, standing up and offering me his hand.

I raise an eyebrow and take his hand.

"Why're you happy ?" I say, brushing off my clothes. "Mom and dad might try to kill them." I add.

"Or maybe you will." Calum mutters, looking at the floor.

I clench my jaw.

"You know it was the house that made me do it, Calum." I say solemnly, pain reverberating throughout me as I remember the day as clear as crystals.

"Look, I'm trying to forgive ya, Luke. It's not every day you get fucking killed by your brother."

(Based on American Horror Story)