Little Black

This is a creepypasta. She is not real. I wrote her myself. This is my first story so yeah. It contains violence and a small bit of graphic imagery.

' I watched their lifeless blood covered bodies lay there on the kitchen floor as that drunk bastard was making his way out. He just barged in with an axe. My mom managed to push me into the closet before he saw me. I was too scared to move. I wanted to help but I couldn't. I was frozen from fear. '