November 9th 1993.
Annie and Andrew were still in bed. I had woken up needing a drink. So i headed downstairs.
I was just walking towards the kitchen and about to go past the living room when i saw shadows
moving in the living room. So i stopped and turned the light on.
There was my dadknelt over my mum. Who by the looks of it was dead. my dad was cutting
into my mum, with what i would found out later using victorian medical instruments. He was
covered in blood and there was also blood over the walls and loads on the floor. He turned
around and looked at me. He smiled evily at me the basicly fainted. I remembered that i
screamed, waking up my siblings. i could barley hear them come running down the stairs
or them coming into the room. I know that Annie hesitated at the door, but she came in when
Andrew told her to. I vagley remember Andrew telling Annie to phone for the police.
Andrew went and checked if they were still alive and found that our mum was in fact dead
but our dad was alive. He then came over and tried to comfort me.
The police and ambulance arrived quite quickly. The rest was a blur, i soon found myself
seperated from Andrew and Annie and being sat in an interigation room with a strange lady
sat next to me. She hardly look or speaked to me.
I had just be interigated by the police, but i didn't tell them anything.