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I roughly pulled open the door as I entered my home. It shut with a loud bang that echoed throughout the house.

"Kids, Mummy's home!" I exclaimed as I set my bag and car keys onto the wooden coffee table.

I received no answer. That was odd. My kids are always excited when I arrive home. They'll squeal and run wildly, throwing their little arms around my waist to give me a hug.

"Jessica? Jimmy?" I waited but the only noise to be heard was the wind blowing angrily against the open window.

I started to worry. I took quick steps towards the kitchen and turned my head towards our key holder that was placed next to the phone. My husbands' keys were missing. My worry started to lessen; maybe he took them out to the park for some ice-cream?

I breathed out a loud sigh of relief as I reasoned with myself that they were okay and with Jake. I slowly made my way towards the couch and collapsed backwards onto it. I sighed as my back relaxed into the soft cushion.

I lied there until another startling thought ran through my mind. Wouldn't Jake have called me if he was taking the kids out? That thought made me jerk up into a sitting position. Hair fell over my face with the sudden movement. I ran my hand through my hair to pull it back into place. As I retrieved my hand from my hair I could feel sweat starting to form on my palms.

Something wasn't right. I stood up and quickly walked towards my bag near the door, grabbing my phone and immediately skimming through my contacts to find my husband's number. My hands were shaking making it hard to press the right buttons. Finally I found his number and pressed the send button.

I started pacing back and forward while I waited for him to pick up. Suddenly I heard a noise coming from upstairs. It took me a few seconds to realise it was his phone.

"Jake?" I yelled. No answer. I quickly ended the call and started to make my way up the loud wooden stairs.

"Jake!" I exclaimed again. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body as I near the top of the stairs.

My legs find their way to our room first, the door is open. I quickly glance around the room and throwing things around desperately as I look for traces of him or his phone. After two minutes of searching and destroying, there was nothing.

I groan in frustration and made my way towards my kids' room. Their door was shut. Their door is never shut. I quickly jerked the door open and was faced with the worst sight anyone would ever witness.

My eyes widened and my throat closed up, I couldn't breathe. There was my husband and two kids lying on the ground. Their bodies pale, still and lifeless. Blood is oozing out of their throats that were clearly slashed by the knife that is lying on the ground next to them.

I finally let out a blood curdling scream and I ran over to their bodies, trying desperately to bring them back. Shaking them, holding them but nothing would work.

I was covered by my family's blood. It was everywhere, my fingers, my legs, my hair, even my lips. My screams finally died down as my throat couldn't handle it anymore. Tears were now streaming down my face mixing with their blood.

I slowly looked up and saw the second worst sight anyone could ever see. Words were written in blood across the wall.

THE ONLY PERSON TO BLAME IS YOURSELF

I bowed my head down in shame. I believed it.