she slowly and as quietly as she could walk down the hall to the stairs making sure not to stand on one of the squeaky floor boards, she wanted to get upstairs to her room and into her closet, she wanted to get to her place, Her safe place. The place where she would go and hide when the arguments started and God had they started. She had heard them from the other end of the house she could tell that her father was drunk yet again.

As she made her way down the hall she heard the crashing of the pots and pans as they hit the floor and the smashing of the plates as they hit what sounded like the kitchen wall. No doubt there would be yet another trip to the hospital tonight, With her mother coming up with yet another story about how she fallen down the stairs and the unconvinced looks that the medics would return to her.

As she moved further down the hall the shouting and screaming got louder and louder and just as she got to the kitchen door which was a jar she heard a big thud which sounded like someone hitting the floor. She poked her head in slightly so not to be noticed and that's when she saw it.

Her mother leaning over her father with a knife in her hand stabbing him again and again and this time it was him fighting back against her and then he stopped fighting. He stopped moving and just lay there. It was obvious he was dead but still her mother just kept striking and striking him with the knife. She started counting the number of stabs her mother struck 12, 13, 14, 15... God was she ever going to stop. What was going to happen when she did? So many questions and not enough answers 17, 18, 19, 20... and then she stopped and just collapsed to the floor staring from the knife to the body and back again.

She knew she has to get out of there move before her mother saw her so she slowly started moving back towards the front door but then one of the floor boards squeaked and she froze. She looked back at her mother and her mother just started at her. she knew she had to move, get out of there and run as fast as she could. her brain was telling her to move but her feet weren't listening, they couldn't move it was like they were glued to the floor. she stood there for what felt like hours frozen in that spot unable to move and then her mother got up and started to walk towards the door knife still in hand with this look in her eyes a mortified look. Her feet finally heard her just as her mother got to the kitchen door. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her up the stairs

"SARA COME BACK HERE. IM NOT GOING TO HURT YOU" her mother half shouted half sobbed after her. But Sara just kept on running she knew that that she had to get away from her mother. She got to the top of the stairs and ran into her brother's room slamming the door behind her and locking it. She ran over to the phone and dialled 911. As the phone started ringing she heard her mother on the other side of the door banging on it and shouting her name.

"Hello which emergency service do you require" said and soft squeaky voice at the other end of the line when the phone was finally answered

"The police please" sobbed the frightened little girl

"hello this is the police what your emergency" another voice said this one much deeper than the first.

"Please help me" she whispered "he's dead" "she killed him and now she coming after me" "and she has a knife"

"What your name darling" said the man letting out a breath that had been held in from the second he has heard the frightened little girl's voice

"Sara" she whispered

"And how old are you Sara"

"Ten"

His heart dropped ten years old he couldn't believe it "and who is it that you think is dead"

There was a long pause "my daddy" pause "he's dead" another pause "I saw her kill him" yet another pause "and now she is trying to kill me. Please help me I don't want to die" she sobbed

Outside the door you could still here her mother screaming and banging on the door trying to open it.

"SARA, SARA OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW IM NOT GOING TO HURT YOU PLEASE I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU, I LOVE YOU" her mother said. Half sobbing half shouting

Back in the room Sara ran over to the closet phone in hand sobbing her mother still banging on the door

"Sara, Sara can you hear me are you still there" came the voice on the other end of the phone

And then there was a bang and her mother had opened the door and was shouting out for her

"Sara, Sara where are you" and then she heard another voice a man's voice also calling her name she knew that voice she just couldn't work out where from.

Her mother started to walk towards the closet door still shouting her name and so was the man from the telephone and the third voice but this voice wasn't coming from the room or from the other end of the telephone this voice sounded like it was coming from inside her head

"Please no" she sobbed as she saw her mother reaches out for the handle of the closet door "please don't hurt me" "please, please". All of a sudden it felt like someone was shaking her and just as her mother put her hand on the handle and started to turn it she jolted up from the break room couch with sweat pouring down her face and her heart racing realising it was just another dream, no not a just another dream it was more than that it was another nightmare.

It took her a couple of seconds to get her bearing. She wasn't at home in bed where she usually was when she had this nightmare but she was lay on the break room couch where she had dosed off. As she looked around she saw the look of horror, worry and concern on four familiar faces...

Well that's it my first chapter done let me know what you all think. Should I continue?