It was around 7pm on a Tuesday evening, we had just finished gym class and I was tired and exhausted.

When I reach my block, not a minute too soon, I begin to hear voices. I wasn't sure where the voices were coming from or what was making it but I'm sure I didn't let my curiosity get the best of me.

I start towards my house, about 3 meters to the front porch, I notice the voice was coming from my house.

Thoughts of celebration set into play in my head. Out of a million I could only make out three that stood out. It was either mom had gotten a promotion by seducing her boss or Vinnie my younger brother who was eight had finally entered elementary school or dad had finally gotten tired of mom funding his newspapers and life and had finally gotten a job.

Still in thought, I finally snap out when about a meter to my house, I see a figure in the dark, sitting in our front porch.

It seemed it was a man sleeping, a little closer and I notice the cans he wore seemed familiar and he had a blood soaked sport section on his face and a blanket covering his sides and chest. Pretty sure by now the celebration had eloped and was replaced with fear. Not daring to go further, and about to take a step backward, a strong gale blew by, pushing the newspaper away and the blanket, revealing both head and body. I was in shock and grief, the person in front of me is my dad, dead and from the look of it he was killed in cold blood. Mouth agape, sides slashed pretty badly by a blade I think can only be heard of in legends due to the severe wounds on dad, and last of all, a shuriken was stuck to his head. Next thing that popped in mind was NINJAS?! . I wouldn't believe it.

Not wanting to take in anymore details and let dad's cold dead eye keep staring at me, I turn and dash inside, as immediately as I did that, I hit an object and fall face first inside a wet substance.

I immediately search through my pocket for my cell, I find it and immediately switch on the torch. At that very moment a feeling of disgust, fear, pain and a faint feeling had filled me. It was Vinnie I had tipped over and had fallen into his blood. I was so engulfed in my thinking and feelings that I did not hear the cry echoing in the master's bedroom. I start towards the master's bedroom with careful and delicate steps so as not to fall into the same stuff as last time. With bodies I couldn't identify, on every inch of the floor laying lifeless and black shards that I was pretty sure wasn't ours. On my way there I notice mom's body wasn't on the floor or stairs meaning she wasn't dead, then it dawned on me she was in need of help.

With the speed of light, I dashed through the stairs but as quietly as I could. I finally reach the master bedroom, just to get the shock of my life. In front of me was a gas-like demon creature, or at least that was what it seemed to be, partially suspended in midair with fangs and talons as sharp as that of a blade, sharpened and ready to destroy. It was nothing like anything I saw downstairs. In front of it was mom pinned down to the floor bleeding with a blade that I was sure was a katana in front of her. I try to creep backwards knowing how useless I would be in this situation and I mistakenly kicked a black shard down the stairs which immediately shattered. The noise attracted the creature and It comes in for an attack.