As the thunder outside emphasized the terror in the room, with the heavy rain showering down bringing somber and cold air into the room.
Within the open space of the lounge, with polished wooden floors and brown vintage furnishing. Comes down a river-fall of blood streaming to my feet, and an odor of fresh cut flesh exposed to the atmosphere.
A dark room illuminated only by the lightning outside. A sudden shine from metal comes flashing into my eyes, but instead I get blinded by the horror I witnessed.
An autonomous female figure, holding a blade sharp enough to cut your voice from the room. Covered by blood sweat of the carcasses right in front of her.
When suddenly the lightning highlights something I can't believe even now. My sister holding a bloody knife and my parents on the floor dead as a ghost.
I really don't know why she would do it. Why she would choose to murder Mom and Dad on that night.
Why...would she commit such atrocity? Did they really deserve such gruesome action, that even left them tearing for their last breath?
Now the last memory I have of them...is...is of their bodies soaked in red wine of their blood and a kitchen knife, used to slice the bread of their skin, only to be left stuck in between their chest.
"Why would you do that? I don't understand...why would you do such a wicked thing?...Sister?!...Why?!!", as the voice echoes the room with horror.