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It was dark moonless night. The air was unusually cold. There was a little girl standing in a quiet and empty hallway at a slightly opened apartment door.
The girl felt shivers run down her body as she noticed that the door was open. The fear was slowly creeping up her spine.
Even though her mind told her to turn around and flee, she was determined to go inside.
As she entered the living room, she noticed it was an utter mess. The glass coffee table was completely trashed, glass scattered on the floor. The TV was on, but its screen was badly damaged and no sound coming from it. That was the only source of light in the room.
She glanced at the door that led to her parents' bedroom. It was badly damaged, as if someone tried to break it down to get inside.
"Mom? Dad?" the young girls voice trembled with fear.
She pushed the broken bedroom door out of her way and and the first thing that caught her attention were the pieces of glass covering the floor. The big bedroom window was completely smashed, curtains ripped off. The street lights slightly illuminated the bedroom.
She could smell blood.
She froze in the doorway and looked at the bed. She saw her mother laying across the bed, one of her hands almost touching the floor. Not far away from her mother, her father was slumped against the wall next to the bed in an odd position. There were stains of red above him on the wall, stretching down to the place where her father's back touched the wall.
Both of them seemed frozen. There were no sounds or chest movements that could indicate breathing.
She suddenly felt cold rising up from her toes and fingers up her legs and arms. She felt paralized, as if her limbs turned into ice. She couldn't move, but her heart was pounding. Her pulse was the only thing that she could feel. She couldn't avert her eyes.
She could't comprehend what she was looking at. It seemed unreal. It couldn't be true.
Her parents were there, in the bedroom. Not moving, like a pair of dolls.
She felt someone coming, but her body just would not move.
"Sam? SAM!?" someone yelled.
As she felt the pressure of a touch on her shoulder, she whirled around in panic and for the first time since entering the apartment she made a sound. She screamed.
"Sam, calm down! Calm down! It's me. It's me," an older woman calmly said to the girl.
"Aunt Rora? Mom and dad…not moving…need help!" the girl stammered her eyes welling up with unshed tears.
"Sam! I know! I'm sorry I was late. We have to go. Now! Come with me!" said the woman as she picked up the little girl in her arms.
"But…but mom and dad! We have to call the police!" the little girl shouted while struggling in the woman's arms.
The woman stopped and put the struggling girl down. She grabbed the girls face and looked into her eyes. The tears were already streaming down the girls face.
"Sam, listen to me! The police are already on their way, but you are in danger. We have to get out of here as quickly as possible. I will make sure you are safe. Now come with me. Quickly!"
The young girl gave a hesitant nod and was led away by the older woman outside of the apartment,hurrying to a car that was parked nearby. The older woman put the little girl in the passenger's seat in the front and swiftly fastened her belt. Immediately afterwards she ran to the driver's side and swiftly got into her seat. As soon as she was strapped in, she started the engine to get away from there as fast as possible.
I had this story posted before, but I did not like how I wrote it so I deleted it. Now I am rewriting it with putting a lot more thought into it and also adding new chapters.
Please let me know what you think and if you want this to continue.
I would appreciate any reviews!