Emma's P.O.V

"Boom"! As I looked out my window, I saw a lightning bolt hit the huge oak tree in the backyard.

"Great, that was the only tree Momma planted before she left. Now what am I going to tell Dad?"

That's when I noticed him. He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of black jeans. He was tall, maybe six feet, and had dark hair. He was holding something in his hand. In between the rolling thunder, the pitter-patter of the rain and the bright light from the lightning, I saw what he had. A knife. It wasn't like the knives in the kitchen, so I knew he didn't get it from the house. From the markings, it looked hand made. Still trying to process everything, I noticed something red on the blade. Blood. It was fresh which meant my father was dead, since we were the only two at home.

"Hold still and it won't hurt. I promise." The man said.

With all the adrenaline building up, I let out the best bloody-murder scream I had ever screamed. There was no way I was going to let this sociopath come any closer. However, there was something familiar about him. I dared to look away for a second.

"Boom"! Looking around the room, I didn't see him, until I felt the chilly, sticky blade on the back of my neck. It all happened the night my father was murdered.