Johnny stepped into the living room where his brother Brent was tying his shoelaces. He look very spiffy (heh heh I love that word). "Going on a date?" Johnny asked. He nodded standing he started to walk to the door when all the lights went out. Johnny tripped over something and stuck his arms way out. A scream echoed through the house probably someone falling. After about 30 minutes of darkness, dim light of a candle flickered across the room as the light illuminated his mother's face. "Where is every one?" she asked.

Brent wasn't in the room ozzy and Emily made their was into the room holding flashlights. A door slammed and everyone turned to the front door. "Brenda" ozzy said heading for the front door. "Where's Brent?" Emily asked quietly. Every one shrugged. "Listen theirs a box of candles and a lantern in the closet" ozzy made his way to the living room closet. He slowly opened the door and jumped back with a loud thud something hit the floor. "What the fuck!" ozzy blurted out. The overhead lights flickered and went back on, everyone looked down at what had fallen out onto the floor.

A shriek of horror slipped from Emily's mouth. "No way! No fucking way!" ozzy yelled. Their mother's mouth hung open in disbelief. It was Brent lying on the floor, a large carving knife protruded from his chest. "Who, who did this?" the old women asked. Emily lifted a shaking hand and pointed at the bloodstain on Johnny's shirt. "You, you did this" she squeaked. "No I swear I didn't" he said calmly. "Hey where did Brenda go!". . . . . . . .



~~~Suspence!!!!~~~