Violet looked down upon the dead bodies of her parents surrounded by a pool of blood. Her eyes grew wide with shock and fear. She stood there trying to process what had happened: An infamous masked madman barged into their house, knife in hand, and mercilessly murdered both her parents.
Bloody Face.
Violet had heard of this serial killer before. But she never got around to believe that such monster existed. But when Bloody Face murdered her parents, she wanted to believe that this monster didn't exist.
Ben and Vivien Harmon were arguing for the fourth night in a row. They were arguing whether or not to transfer their daughter to a different school. They wanted their daughter to get away from the estranged house they've recently bought and moved into, but both parents have different opinions.
The patriarchal side wants their daughter to transfer to a boarding school no matter how expensive the school most far from their house was. However, the matriarchal side just wants Violet to move in with her aunt Jo. Of course, both sides disagreed with each other which resulted to what seems to have become a never-ending argument.
Violet sat on the stairs, eavesdropping on her parents' conversation which was slowly turning into another argument. Her eyelids were getting heavy; it was getting rather late. She refused to go back upstairs and go to sleep. She strangely found her parents' arguments amusing and interesting.
"Why don't we just go with my decision so that this all will be over with?" Ben rubbed his forehead from frustration.
"I don't want our family to spend money we don't even have on a school we can't even afford!" Vivien exclaimed. She was getting tired, too, and wanted to go to sleep.
"For once, think of your-no- our daughter's safety and not the money which I'll be glad to earn."
"Oh, right. Like you can get more patients by the end of Violet's next semester." Vivien rolled her eyes and sighed.
"The number of patients I currently have are fine. They pay enough to satisfy the tuition of that boarding school."
"Ben," she sat down and dug her face into her hands. "no one, I repeat, no one wants to spend their money on a psychiatrist whose office is a destination on the Eternal Darkness Tour."
Ben sighed longer than usual. "I'm tired and I can see that you're tired, too. Go to bed. I'll lock up the house." Vivien nodded slightly and proceeded to their bedroom. Violet scurried up to her's as soon as she heard her mother approaching.
Vivien was sound asleep in bed; Ben was about to lock the main entrance to their house. His hand was on the handle of the door, but then he noticed something. He looked into the peephole and stumbled backwards. Bloody Face was standing outside their door, head cocked and breathing heavily.
Ben ran to his office and hastily grabbed the gun he kept in locked drawer. Fear struck his entire body. He's seen the ghosts in the house. But none can match up to the monstrosity he just saw.
Suddenly, he heard the doors slam open. He was fully aware that a serial killer was inside their house.
He took a deep breath and quietly maneuvered around the house. He left his office in discreet and found the masked man standing in the middle of the foyer.
Ben stared at the "man" with his eyes, growing with terror. He raised his gun. His hands were shaky, so was his voice. "Get out of my house." Ben paused with each word.
Bloody Face stood still for a moment then in a blink of an eye, he charged towards Ben with a knife in his hand. He was about to stab Ben in the stomach, but Ben grabbed his hand and the two struggled to attack the other.
The masked man gathered enough strength to push Ben away and quickly stabbed him.
"Agh!" Ben cried for help. Soon he was coughing up his own blood.
Vivien heard the cry of her husband and ran downstairs. Her hand was covering her mouth as she saw Ben helplessly lying on the floor, keeping pressure on his wound. She approached him.
"Viv. No. " he muttered as he spat out blood. Bloody Face grabbed Vivien by her neck and slit her throat using the same knife used to stab Ben.
Vivien gasped for air and touched her neck to find blood on our fingers. She fell and was slowly losing consciousness.
Meanwhile, Violet was awoken by the ruckus. She slowly descended down the staircase and stood frozen halfway down. Her mouth fell open as she saw her parents' bodies bleeding on the floor. Bloody Face saw Violet and looked into her eyes. He could see the fear growing inside her. He dropped the knife and left the house.
Tears started to form in the corner of Violet's eyes. She quickly approached her parents and she fell to her knees. She held their cold hands as she mourned.
An hour passed, she gathered her strength to stand up and wipe the tears from her face. The knife the killer dropped was in her line of sight and she scowled. She didn't want to face this world alone. She took the knife and raised it to her throat. Her hands were trembling so hard. Another tear rolled down her cheeks and met her lips. More teardrops soon followed.
Violet's hands stopped trembling and was ready to do what she had to do: be reunited with her parents, no matter how much she dreads them.
In the corner of her right eye, she saw dark figures outside her door.
Four policemen barged into the house, and Violet's own neighbour, Constance Langdon, followed them. Violet dropped the knife and it fell next to her foot. One policeman aggresively handcuffed Violet.
"Wha-" Violet couldn't speak.
"Well, I heard screaming and thought Ben and Vivien were arguing again. But I'm surprised to find this," Constance gestured to the corpses. "Oh, Violet. I know you're a troubled girl. I just didn't know you would do this, this soon." She wore a look of pity and left nonchalantly.
Violet was so confused in her situation. She was being arrested. For a murder she wouldn't dare to do.
"Where are you taking me?" Violet asked as she was sitted in the back seat of the police vehicle. "Prison? Juvenile Hall?" Her eyes were tired. Her whole being was tired.
"That's too light for ya." One policeman answered.
"So, where?" Violet raised an eyebrow.
"Briarcliff."