Wednesday, 23 July 2008
09:11:36 AM (GMT)
Another loud bang sounded from upstairs. This time it was deafening, making bits
of the ceiling fall as white dust onto us. Leah screamed and fell to the floor, not
moving. I didn't dare move to even check if she was alive.
I huddled up into a ball as the bangs got louder and louder, and Leah's voice just
moments before echoed around in my head.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the noise by huddling myself up further. I
stayed like that for a long time, and when I finally lifted my head again the banging
had stopped. There was a crack of light in the corner of the room. It didn't take me
long to realise that it was the door, and it was ajar. I wasted no time in getting up
and darting towards it, almost tripping on some unnoticed stairs.
My eyes were sensitive to the light outside the cellar, since I had gotten used to
the dark. I closed the door behind me, feeling sorry for Leah as I did. But I had no
time, because if I went back the door could shut again and I would be trapped.
I hadn't seen this part of the house before. I slowly made my way up a small-ish
staircase, trembling with fear that someone was going to catch me any second. As soon
as I reached the top, I recognised it as the entrance of the house.
Suddenly, a deafening scream was heard from upstairs and it took me a while to
realise it was coming from - OUR ROOM!
I darted up the stairs, shoved open the door and let out a gasp in fright. Katy was
lying on the floor, blood pouring out of a wound on her arm. Mum was slumped in a
corner, pale as anything and not moving. I made my way over to her, trying not to
make a sound and step in the pool of blood on the carpet.
Her head lifted up, and her eyes gazed at me. "Becca..." her voice trailed off.
"Yes, it's me..."
"I'm sorry for m-making you come h-here," she coughed, shaking. "They k-killed
The words made my body freeze up, even though I'd known it as soon as I walked in the
"I'm sorry...it's my fault," said Mum, suddenly gasping for air.
"No it's not!" I said to her, grabbing onto her arm in fright.
The door suddenly slammed open, startling me. "Alright, enough family talk," said the
man who'd shown us in. "Time to kill you all."
He raised the knife he was holding and slowly made his way towards us.
"They must be angry tonight. They're coming..."