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Welcome to Hell

5 years ago

I jolted awake at the sound of a blood curdling scream. The first thing I did was jump out of bed and run to the nursery. I closed the door behind me as quietly as I can and locked the deadbolt like my father told me to do when I was scared. My new born baby sister was still sound asleep in her crib despite more screams coming from downstairs. For a moment, I just stood there, wide eyed and horrified. I finally snapped out of it when I heard my sister start to stir. I rushed over to her and picked her up before she had a chance to start crying. She instantly fell back asleep in my arms. I couldn't let her cry. I didn't know what was happening. But I knew something was very wrong. After the baby was once again sleeping, I tried to look through the crack in the door to see if I could tell what was going on. When I couldn't see anything wrong happening outside the door, I decided to unlock it. I don't know what possessed me to go downstairs. I just had to know what was going on. I had to see what was causing all this noise. And to this day, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I couldn't believe the sight that was in front of me in my living room. My mother's body was splayed out on the carpet, lying in a pool of blood. Next to her were two of my younger sisters, Clara and Susan. It took all I had not to scream in terror. My mother and my baby sisters were dead and there was blood pouring from their necks. I ran as fast as I could into the kitchen only to find my father slumped in a dining chair with red liquid pouring down his body. Tears ran uncontrollably down my face. I wiped at them furiously trying to see through them. A cold current ran down my body as I heard footsteps walking in my direction. I didn't look behind me, I didn't stop to think, I just ran as quietly as I could out through the other kitchen door, and into the hall closet by the back door. With the baby still sleeping in my arms, I slowly backed away from the closet door step by step, until I felt my back hit something soft and an arm wrap around my mouth. I didn't cry out, I just whipped around to find my older sister hiding in the same closet. I sighed with relief. She didn't say anything, just raised her fingers to her lip which I understood. We just sat there in the back of the closet holding each other while we listened to footsteps walk all over the house. After what felt like hours, we started hearing loud voices coming from above us. That's when the baby started to stir. I instantly covered her mouth with my hand to keep her from crying. But the muffled cries were enough to scare my older sister. "Listen to me,' she whispered. "No one is going to hurt a baby. You have to leave her here. Maybe we can escape out the back door." I shook my head not daring to speak. My life might have been in danger, but there was no way I was ever going to leave the baby. My older sister tried to pull the baby out of my arms but I held on fast. And we struggled for a moment before we heard police sirens. She then let go of me and tried to run outside the closet out the back door. That was the last time I ever saw her alive. I didn't move. I stayed there trying to soothe my little sister when suddenly the closet door opened. That was the only time I screamed that night.