• ~>Henry was seven year old kid, and like most kids he was carefree, simple, naive, and unresponsible in most cases. One night, when he was left alone with his nanny, a stranger knocked on the door. Henry watched from the side of the stairs, hidden from everyone else. The nanny put the chain on the door and opened it softly.
    "Where is the money?" The stranger asked. His voice was rough, cold, and blood-thirsty.
    "I don't have it..." She replied softly to the man.
    The man tackled the door as hard as he could causing the nanny to fall to the ground, but he remained trapped outside. "WHERE IS THE MONEY?!" The man shouted loudly. Pulling out a gun, he sticked it through the crack in the door. "WHERE IS IT?!" He shouted again.
    The nanny laid there terrified, her voice was failing her and her words wouldn't come out. Henry tried to look away, but couldn't. Henry was scared, his knees were shaking violently, it seemed like he was going to collapse onto the ground. Henry blinked for one second and the next thing he heard was gun fire, about three of them. The door slammed closed and footsteps were heard running away. Henry slowly descended from the stairs, and slowly saw what had happened. His nanny was shot in the middle of her eyes, another at her heart, and the last one in her stomach. "Nanny..." Henry whispered softly. He didn't know what to do. He was shaking with fear. His parents were out of town, and he was suppose to be with his nanny for a week. Running up the steps, he tripped on the top one, falling onto the carpet. Tears rolled down his eyes as he picked himself up. Pushing open his parent's room, he grabbed the phone and slowly called his mom. "Mommy...?" Henry said terrified, his voice was shaky.
    "What's the matter dear?" His mom asked him over the phone.
    "Mommy....N-n-n-nanny..."
    "What happened to Nanny?"
    "R-r-r-r-red liquid is running down her head and chest and stomach..." Henry said terrified, his voice was shaking terribly.
    "What?!" His mother shouted with astonishment. "Henry go to your room. Mommy and daddy with be there soon!" Henry obeyed, but took the phone with him, running into his room, he locked his door and hid in the closet for the rest of the night.
    ~>5:00 am: Keys were heard rustling in the front. "Dang...I can't find those keys..."
    "Hurry up! My precious baby could be hurt or even worst!" Henry admittedly knew it was his mother. "Hurry up John!"
    "Okay, okay..." Henry's father said. He got the keys, but the chain was still on, but through the crack, they saw the Nanny's dead body on the floor. "O, my god..." The door closed tightly and than he heard the door being tackled off it's hinges. "Lily! Go see if Henry is okay!" Footsteps were being heard running up the steps, but Henry remained where he was. He was too scared to come out.
    "John! The door is locked!" Lily shouted from outside of the door.
    "Dang!" John shouted from downstairs. Running up the stairs, his keys jingled and opened the door. "Henry?!" The room remained silent. Henry was too scared to move.
    "Henry..." Lily asked. Her eyes were watering as Henry watched them. He couldn't help but throw a few tears himself. "Where'd he go....?"
    Henry's parents hugged each other, tears rolling down his eyes. Henry moved his legs making more noise than he expected. His fire truck toy went off as his foot accidentally touched the button. Lily heard the noise and walked towards the closet. The doors were opened admittly and she grabbed Henry tightly out of the closet. "Henry..." She said, tears rolling down her eyes. "Your safe..."
    This was a moment, none of them would ever forget.