Cerecila groaned sitting up, rubbing the back of her head, she didnt feel any blood, she winced has pain involped her shoulder, she moved down the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing seeing an already forming bruise on her shoulder "Oh thats gonna hurt in the morning." she muttered, getting up. Not hearing the poundering of the rain drops or the howling winds she assumed that she passed out and the rain had evantually stopped when she was uncontuis. She made her way back up the steps, glad the only injury she received from her tumble down was the large bruise on her shoulder. She pushed open the attic door, she couldnt see anything. Remembering the DS in her pocket she fished it out, glad to see it didnt receive any damage when she fell down the steps. She switched it on and used the dim light to find her way around the large attic. She moved the light quicklt over something then moved it back. She gulped infront of her feasting on what looked like a corpse was a monster that looked like it had rotting flesh, it had to heads. One male and one female. Has far has she could tell, she backed up it didnt seem to notice her.

Her foot hit something causing it to crash over and loud noise to sound. The monster turned around, muscle and flesh hanging out of its mouth. It growled when it saw her, her eyes widing she saw that no matter how much the flesh had rotted off, the monster resembled her mother and father. The monster charged her, swinging its hand has if going to punch her. She ducked and took the branch in her hands and swung it, hitting the creatures side, it didnt flinch it only seemed to grow angier. She raised the brancj again and brought it down, it slamming in between the creature's heads. It growled again and swung at her. She ducked and ran back towards the door. The creature grabbed, she flinched away and got scratched on her arm. She winced, it hurt worse then a paper cut, she swung the branch again, smashing it against one of the heads of the creature, causing it tumbled down the stairs, a sicking 'SNAP' was heard when it landed. She winced at the noise, moving down to the step secand from last and poked the monster with her branch. It didnt seem like it was still alive. "D...did i just kill someone?...something?" She said "Oh man i got to call the polic- No no i cant. What am i soppose to say i just beat down a monster that was eating someone in my attic? talk about one shot way to the loony bin."

She made her way back up into the attic, going and picking up the dropped DS, she scrowled at the black screen "Great. Now i dont even have a light source." She muttered,going to turn back to the door of the attic and just bust open the padlock on her brothers door. Only to have something wrap around her, two pale skinny hands, she screamed, has she was dragged into the dark. She looked around, it was semi brighter in the attic but she couldnt really make out what was around the attic, her hand reached out to the wall. She pulled away feeling something icky and sticky on the wall. The scent of blood filled her nostrils, she ended up bolting down the stairs stopping seeing the body of the creature was gone "W-Where did it go!" she gulped, fearing the monster may of stood back up and traveled somewhere else into the house. She held her bat in her hand, and decided to check around the secand floor and first floor for the creature. She walked to the secand floor bathroom and blinked has the knob actually turned. But the door didnt open it was locked and required a key.

She sighed and walked away from the door, going to her parents room next, surprised the door opened she peeked in the room, and screamed. The entire room was full of blood, littered body parts, clothes, shattered dishes and other things, she slammed the door shut and leaned against the wall trying to recover from the enitial shock she received from opening the door. It took her what seemed like hours to finally get the courage to open the door again. It still looked almost the same except without the body parts. It still had blood on the walls and same with the clothes and dishes. She walked into the room, sidestepping a shattered plate and what she hoped was rotted pork chops. Still clutching the bat in her hand, she looked carefully for the monster. Seeing it no where she examined the room, finding the emergency first aid kit, she strapped it to her back. Looking around for anything else she picked a picture off of the bedside table. It was her, her brother, her mother and her father. It was a normal family portriat, but... it seemed like the picture was darker, more demented and where thier eyes were...it was just blood streaks and black empty holes.

She dropped the picture, caling the glass to shatter, she flinched at the sound and bent down carefully picking up the picture, shaking off the specks of glass. She tucked the picture into her pocket and ran out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She sighed happy to be out of that hellish room. She then walked to her room, giggling the door knob but blinked has it seemed to be the only broken door on the secand floor. She shook her head and went down stairs checking all the doors that use to be busted, they were all busted. The only place left to go was the living room. She blinked the first thing she noticed was that the furniture and almost everything was missing. Except the laptop and in the middle of the room was a large coffin. She walked up to the coffin and examined it, the moment she layed a hand on it, it began to shake violently, she jumped back. The shaking stopped after a few minutes and a small horse voice was heard "Ce...re..la help...me" it moaned. "M-mom? are you in there!?" she said trying to pry open the coffin lid "No use! wont budge!" she grumbled. Noticing a lock on the coffin.

She examined the lock and found it wasnt a number lock, it was a picture lock. It had small pictures of a knife, a gullotine, a skull and a hanging rope. "What is this some sort of sick puzzle game!?" she said, kicking the coffin and yelping, rubbing her sore foot. She glanced at the laptop screen that had flickered on. She gulped, expected that girl from the grudge to pop out at her from the screen, something she expected to happen. She walked to the laptop and saw the word pad was still up "Has...has this thing been on the entire time? It should of ran out of battery..." she muttered "And the note...its changed to."

The life that ends by a knifes slice, leaves a villan to pay the price

Shall he be punished by the rope so his neck snaps. For taking something he can not give back?

Or maybe he will be killed by something endless, a guillotine to make his death painless?

No matter what death he is given, no matter how appaul, soon all that will be left is his skull.

She frowned has she read, who wrote this and why would they write it? "What a twisted poem..." Cerceila muttered, then looked back at the lock. Remembering the pictures on the lock, she wondered "Maybe..." she muttered. Going to the lock she turned the the first picture to a knife "The life that ends by a knifes slice." she muttered, changing the secand picture to the hanging rope "Punished by the rope..." she then turned the 3rd picture to a gullotine "a death to make his death painless..." the forth picture, she changed to the skull "Soon all that will be left...is his skull." she sighed in relief when the lock clicked signalling it was open. She lifted the heavy lid, grunting a bit at the strain on her mussles. She looked in, scared to see her mothers already rotted, lifeless corpse.

But no what she saw was a simple key sitting in the middle of the coffin along with a locket clutched in a severed hand. She reached in grabbing the key and putting it in her pocket. She then reached to pry the locket away from the hand. She carefully grabbed the chain of the locket and pulled, she scrowled being unable to pry the locket from the pale fingers of the hand. She scrowled and picked up the hand, making an 'ick' face she shut the lid of the coffin, she wasnt going to carry a hand with her, but she wanted to get the locket. She raised the hand over her head and slammed it down on the rough wooden lid of the coffin. She winced at the loud cracking noise that sounded from the fingers snapping against the wood, she then easyliy pulled the locket out of the now broken fingers. She dropped the hand back on the floor. And then with locket and bat in hand turned and ran from the living room