Chapter 2
I got out of my car and walked anxiously to the front door. It was ajar, slightly, and so I opened it. The darkening sky behind me made the silence of the house even more eerie as I entered, my heart pounding. I went into the living room and all that was there were a pair of shoes, my fathers, and a coffee cup, probably my mothers. I picked it up, and held it to my nose. The liquid was still hot.
Then I heard a clatter of dishes and I jumped, almost shouting. My breathing became elevated, and anxious fear made me shake as I clenched my teeth. I barely blinked. I cautiously crept to the dining room, with my knees shaking and my head spinning. I stepped into my childhood dining room, a place where thanksgiving dinner, Christmas breakfast, birthdays, and anniversaries were held, where precious memories would be tainted as now I was only able to look upon the table and scream. My mother, father, brother, and boyfriend were all lying perfectly still, as if they were sound asleep.
But they weren't asleep. I knew they weren't because sleeping people didn't wear knives in their chests, surrounded by pools of blood. I subconsciously blinked rapidly, mouth hanging open as I immediately stepped back hitting the back wall. I covered my mouth with my hands as I doubled over and began to cry. My sobs poured out and I cried louder and louder, then screaming, wondering what, why, who?! But I was silenced, as the crash of a glass turned my attention to the kitchen. I was immediately calm, and my jaw was clenched so hard my teeth began to hurt. I slowly, step by step crept to the kitchen, slowly opened the door, and slowly stepped in. My eyes darted everywhere, but only the dark kitchen lay before me, ominous, as if it were purposely hiding the murderer of those who I loved so dearly. I took in a breath and went to the kitchen drawer where I knew my mother kept her butcher knife. I pulled it out and held it in front of me. I glanced around frantically, breathing loudly, knowing at any moment a deranged killer was going to come out of nowhere and-
What was that?! A thump! It came from the pantry! I shook violently, put the knife in front of me with quivering hands and approached it. I reached the handle and grasped it, took a shallow breath, and flung open the door!
