• "what's that, daddy? no, i don't want to kill this man..... no, i don't like killing people...... they want to hurt me? but..... they are nice people..... this man is evil? but..... fine..... he will die..... you are the devil after all."
    A scream rings through the night. I quickly wake up in my bed, scared by the sudden bloodcurdling scream. I feel in the pit of my stomach something is wrong. I run through the house to see if the rest of my family heard it. I barge in to my brother's room first, but there is nobody there. I don't know what to think. The scream came from inside my home, but i could not be sure. The screaming voice couldn't have been his, it was too deep- he is only 12 years old. but it sounded like a grown man's voice.....
    I decide to go into my father's room. Ever since our mother died, he has been deeply depressed, neglecting my brother, infant sister and I. I don't hear crying from my sister's crib, still in my father's room. Surely, if the scream woke me, it would have woken her.
    When i look in the crib, i see... Blood?! I scream at the top of my lungs. What has happened? she was only an infant! Why?! what happened? where is her body? so many questions..... Suddenly, my thoughts were inturrupted my a vaguely familiar voice.....
    "Hello, big sister....."
    No..... It couldn't be my brother..... What was he doing here?
    "J-Johnny? What are you doing here? where is father? where is Katy?" I said quietly.
    "Well, the man went out for..... a walk..... and he took the child with him....."
    "The man? The child? Why are you talking like that? They couldn't have gone outside..... Johnny, it's 3 A.M.! What is going on?" I screamed.
    Ever since mother died he had been acting strange, but i can't understand what's going on.....
    "Heh heh..... you really don't know what's going on, do you? That man was never my father..... That child would only follow in his evil footsteps....." He said.
    He was starting to scare me even more. A thought creeped into the back of my mind.
    "Johnny..... Did you..... Kill them?" I whimpered.
    "Silly, clueless Emily. Almost ready to move out. Too bad you won't get the chance, thanks to that evil man who called himself my father."
    "What?! He was not evil! And how is he not your father? Johnny, you're scaring me!"
    "You will never understand. That man killed our mother."
    "But, Johnny, our mother died of cancer! And if he isn't your father, then who is?"
    "That is what the doctors told us. But they are all evil liars. the only good person in this world is my real father, the one who revealed to me what really happened to our mother."
    My breathing got heavy. I felt as if i was going to faint. So many thoughts in my head.
    "What? How is he not your real father? Who is?"
    "The only one in this world that is not evil, who revealed the truth, that everyone in this family is evil..... Satan."
    He pulled out a bloody knife. Not the kind used in movies like i would expect to see, but a small knife our mother used to use on apples.
    "Now, you will be the second to last person to be punished for your evil....."
    My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't imagine this being the way i would- wait. He said I would be the second to last to die.
    "Johnny, who else is going to die?"
    "Sadly, other than you, there is someone else left in this evil family. Unfortanetly, that happens to be me. As much as Satan is my father, i still had a mother who had been impregnated by that monster before Satan created me using her body." he said eerily.
    At that point he had started to advance on me with the knife clenched firmly in his hand, a crooked smile on his face.
    All thoughts had gone away at that point, consumed by fear. I quickly backed up against the wall, unable to resist him as he plunged the knife into my stomach.
    It was unimaginably more painful than i ever could have imagined. As the pain started to die away, i thought that he had missed a vital organ and i was going to survive. And then I realized that all i could see were the silhouettes of everything in the room. I could hear a sound similar to the one i had heard when he stabbed me, faintly in my ears now, followed by a thunk on the floor i could barely feel, before slowly drifting off to darkness.