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Your eyes blinked lazily open, only to be met with the darkness of your room.
What the hell am I doing awake? You thought tiredly, rolling over and looking at the clock on your bedside table.
2:38 am
WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN?!
Groaning, you sat up, letting the covers fall off your bare chest as you stretched your back, feeling the joints in your spine pop before you rose to your feet. Might as well get something to munch on...
The house was silent as you made your way to the stairs that lead to the kitchen. Your mouth felt dry and sticky as you rubbed your tongue around it, leaning on the banister, using it as a support for your weight as you shambled down the wooden steps, your bare feet cold against the floor but your mind so tired it didn't register completely.
"Hehehe~" Stopping, you tilted your head, to the side, looking around. What the fuck was that? "Rock-a-by baby, on the tree top~" Singing? Who the fuck was singing at nearly 3 in the morning?! Turning your torso, you looked up the stairs, your eyes scanning the area before falling on the door at the end of the hall.
Your parents room.
Your mom doesn't sing...she's tone deaf and has made it her life goal NEVER to sing.
But this voice wasn't your mothers...
This voice was female, yes, but the tones low, sultry and seductive, unlike your mothers squeaky mouse voice.
"When the wind blows, I won't give a fuck~"
"Mom?" You called, slowly turning and going upstairs again. "Is that you?"
"What are you doing up, sweetie?" A voice called from behind the oak door.
That's not your mom.
You raced forward, throwing the door open, your fists clenched tightly until you saw what the room looked like.
Blood.
Blood was everywhere. The ceiling, the wall, the bed.
The bed...
There lay your mother and father, gutted like pigs, their guts pulled out and tossed casually around. Their faces were bloody, a smile carved into their face and their eyes nearly bulging from their sockets from lack of eye-lids.
The smell hit you next. The smell of bleach was heavy in the room, along with a muskier scent drifting towards you.
Eye's wide, you turned to look at the window on the far side of the room, immediately falling on the figure there.
The person couldn't have been older than you, and a female. Her long raven black hair reaching the back of her knees, her virgin white snow practically glowing in the moonlight coming through the open window.
You could see the screen behind her was slashed open and the window pried up, allowing for her entrance.
"Hello, there, dearie, what are you doing awake?" She asked sweetly, turning her head and then her body for you to see.
Her eyes were wide from lack of eyelids, like your parents and her smile and nearly like theres, though hers more gently done and perfect (if you could call it that). She wore black short shorts with the button and half the zipper undone, showing more smooth, white skin. Her top was what you assumed to be a tiny white tank top that only reached the bottom of her breasts, showing her bosom through the deep v-neck of it.
Through the horror you witnessed, you could not stop thinking she was beautiful, gorgeous even. Her voice husky, sultry and seductive, eyes boring into yours.
"Y-you...what...what..." Your throat could not form the words you so desperately wanted to say. This made her giggle, a sickly sweet giggle as she slowly moved to you. Her long white legs moving gracefully over the blood covered floor. You took notice that she wore heels, shiny black one with a thick heel.
"I...I...I..." She teased, her mouth hanging open, the end tilted up as you saw her tongue work the word.
"You...You..." Lost for words, you watched as she stood in front of you, her scent washing over you. She smelled...exotic... a deep, husky smell that made you think of sex.
"I...I...I killed them~" She cooed, holding her right hand up and waving a knife in front of your face. "Hehe, I killed your dear parents, (Your Name)." She whispered, stepping closer.
"Who...who are you?!" You gasped out.
She kept her eyes locked with you as she stepped closer, only three inches seperating your bodies. "I'm someone who's been watching you, _. And I must say, you're different." She giggled, tilting her head sweetly. "You're kind, not like most men." She turned her gaze to the bed, looking at your fathers corpse. "Your father was a horrible man...so I made him sleep." Her words struck you deep down, making your blood run cold. Her breathe washed over you, smelling of sweet pomegranates and mint. "But you...a son born from a monster... but is kind to women." Her words trailed off as she raised her knife, gliding the blade down your chest.
"you..."
"Will be back. Soon." She said, giving your cheek a tiny peck before swiftly turning, her black locks hitting your face, sending a wash of her scent over you before she ran to the window, slipping out of the slit int eh screen and dropping to the ground.
Now you were alone...with two corpses that were once your parents...
