One night I was coming home
from a friends Halloween party when I saw the lights were still turned on in my
house. I thought mum had left them on for me to turn off when I got home. It
was exactly 12:03 am when I reached home I heard a screaming noise but I didn’t
react to it. It was probably one of the teenagers drunk on our street.
As I went into my house it
was a mess, the lamp was lying on the ground and there was red scratch marks on
the wall. I suddenly began to get scared ‘it’s
Halloween prank’ I thought. I went into my parent’s room to tell them I
was home as I walk in, there not there. The duvet was on the ground and I could
feel tension in the room. There is no
one in the house I thought. I am becoming hot and light headed so I make my way
into the kitchen. All the lights are still on I begin to turn them off. I walk
into the kitchen and get a glass of water I notice that the back light in the
garden is turned off which is unusual because it’s always on. I’m gulping my
water down and I switch on the garden light. The glass falls from my mouth to
the floor, I’m screaming, I’m crying I couldn’t be seeing this. I look out the
window and I see my mum, dad and two sisters hanging from the tree in my back
garden. I sprint out to them in tears. Their bodies dangling above me. I'm in pain, anger, the tears are running
down my cheeks. I rang the police, when
the police came they couldn’t believe what a horrible death they suffered. They took my family down from the tree and
placed them in the ambulance. Then the police searched my house. I then noticed
my little eight year old brother was missing. I go through the house and he is
nowhere to be seen.
I could not stay sleep in
my house so I stayed over in my friend’s house, Ailish. That night I could not
sleep, I was constantly thinking of my family I was crying and
having night mares .The next morning I went back to my house , the
police came they told me my family died at exactly 12:03 am and there still
trying to find my brother Robert. I went from door to door asking the
neighbours if they have seen Robert, the last time they saw him was trick or
treating. I had no luck finding him or either
did the police. I stayed in my own house that night. I was watching TV when I
heard a thump coming from upstairs. I began to get nervous and thought it was
Robert in the house. “Rob, is that you”
I shouted.
I slowly walked up the
stairs; I could hear the noise coming from the attic I made my way to the attic
with a bat in my hand. The noise
suddenly disappeared. I opened the attic door very carefully and climbed up the
stairs.
I stood there, in the attic, looking at my
brother . Hanging from the ceiling,
covered in blood. The tears running down my cheeks, I couldn’t bear to look. He
was covered in blood from head to toe. He was beaten up and hung in our attic.
I was walking back wards towards the stairs and I tripped and fell down the
stairs. I broke my leg but still surviving.
I screamed for help and a
neighbour came up the stairs, with a rope in his hand.
I started to freak out
screaming I could hardly move, I was on the ground wriggling my way away from
him. He grabbed me by my neck and smiled. He whispered “now it’s your turn “.
