-Hey this is a story about The Crow. The concept is the same. But it is a lot different. It is a new story but, same concept.-

A boy by a Christmas tree happy with his gifts. He smiled, he was only 6. His birthday was just days before. It was Christmas Eve. His mother has agreed to let him open his gifts that night. And open Santa's on Christmas. A woman emerged from the kitchen door. Smiling from ear to ear. Then man came down some stairs down to the living room. Where the boy stood playing with his new Tonka trucks. He was the happiest boy alive.

"So you want to start that movie," the man said.

"Daddy, I love the twoks they er cul," the boy said not completely able to talk well. The man picked the boy up and held him as if he was flying. He took him to the couch. The boy laughing more than he ever had.

"Honey," the man said.

"I'll be there in a sec," the woman went to the kitchen. The microwave dinged. She walked over.

"So you quite the good housewife. The house looks spotless," she heard a voice from behind her. From the back door in the back of the kitchen. " You need to keep your mouth shut. You dumb bitch." He threw a knife directly at her stomach. She dropped the popcorn that she was grabbing. She screamed.

"Nick!!! Get Timmy out of here!!! Leave!!!" She said grasping her stomach.

"Karen. What's wrong... Karen!" he started to walk into the kitchen. "Karen. What's going on."

"Go don't let Timmy get hurt," she tried to stop the kitchen door from opening. Nick easily opened the door. By the time he entered the room 6 or 7 men were in the room. And a shotgun blow to the head. The blood hit her face on the ground under Nick. Timmy screamed from the other room.

"Noooo! Nick," she said breathing heavily. She was crying really hard now. They tried to run into the other room. She tried to stop them. A couple of them grabbed her and pinned her to the counter.

"She is still sexy even with all the blood." Her long beautiful black hair wet with blood. She cried out. She was a middle sized woman. She could handle herself but not good enough I guess.

Some of the men dragged the boy in like a doll. And made her watch the boy get cut open and ripped apart. She cried out. But he was dead. A couple times she broke free but only seconds. Not enough time to get to him. His blood dripped to the ground.

An old couple across the street heard the commotion. They were the Nelsons they were just over 90 both of them. Shirley(the old woman) called the police immediately. The gun shot scared them both out of sleep. Because Nick and Karen were the new neighbors. They have were still a young couple. Only married for 6 years. She was only 25 years old. Same with Nick. Well anyways only with the story.

Karen grasped for air once again. They raped her... many times. She then laid on the ground lifeless. And since it took so long. Fred the man of the old couple across the street. Was at the back door shooting the assailants. But since there were so many of them he was shot down. They all got out of the place at the sound of police sirens.

Karen was on the ground, still alive. She looked at her kitchen and she cried more. By the time police found them she died from blood loss.

"Is she still alive," Fred very quietly said. As if he couldn't talk any louder. But a policemen did hear him. He walked over to Fred.

"I'm sorry. There is nothing that we can do for her. I will help you though. We got a live one!!!," the cop said, " I will get you some help. Shirley ran in.

"Fred!!! Are you alright," Shirley screamed as she walked in through the back door. "This is horrible. I hope you catch these people officer. This just too sad."

"He is will be fine, we just need to get him some help," the cop said. The paramedics came in and gently put him on a stretcher. She followed them and got in the ambulance.

The bodies lay there. The travesty never should happen again. And the cops should see to that. But after awhile they stopped trying and many more murders happen. Now the graves of the McFarlands(the family of Karen and Nick) are just memories never to be avenged. Then one cold night the body of Karen McFarland twitched and her eyes open. She then broke out of her coffin. She was screaming. She then dug her way out of her early grave. She was screaming really loud as if in pain. She got out. It was raining hard out. Her finger scratched at the grass and she made her way to her gravestone and she put her hand on it. She was confused. She saw the other 2 graves and she cried. She laid on the ground screaming and crying.

-So that was it. Please review. I will accept all form of review. It will get better. But please bear with me. I hope it wasn't bad. Thanks for reading-