Summary: A family gets killed. That's all I'm saying for now. Deaths may be a little disturbing, no language whatsoever, and no mature content, either.
Sunlight shafted through the closed blinds of the tiny cottage surrounded by a lush green forest. Outside, Mary and Tom Black were playing merrily, throwing a softball back and forth, laughing as they frolicked in the sun. Inside the house, Mrs. Black was sitting cross- legged against the creamy white wall of her living room, stitching up one of her husband’s black suit that had been torn in a small accident the previous day. The woman smiled to herself as she brushed a lock of long brown hair back behind her ear, and swiftly tied a neat knot in the thread, cutting the excess string off.
From the hallway, the telephone rang softly, and Mrs. Black stood up to go pick it up. She walked to the other side of the room, then through the white doorway that lead to the hallway. Stepping into the corridor, the woman gasped in horror and stepped back, clutching her face tightly. She put her hand down and blinked, confused. For a moment she thought she had spotted blood spattered all over the walls, but it had probably just been a figment of her imagination, for the walls were pure white once again. The phone rang again, reminding Mrs. Black why she had set foot in the corridor in the first place. She glided over to where the phone stood on a small table, and picked it up, holding the receiver to her ear.
“Black residence,” she said. “How may I help you?”
The voice that answered sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. “Give me your money,” it said in a menacing tone.
Mrs. Black almost dropped the phone. “W-what?” she stuttered.
“You heard what I said. Give me all your money. Now. Or you die.”
By this time, Mrs. Black was a little hysteric, and she stumbled up the stairs to where she and Mr. Black kept their money, hidden in a small box at the back of their cabinet. She almost fell down the stairs, but regained her poise and walked back to the phone.
“I’m holding it right now,” she replied to the mysterious caller, trying to get the tremor out of her voice.
The voice sounded happy, like it was smiling. “Good, just good,” it said. “Now give me the money.”
Mrs. White’s hands started to shake. “Wh-where are you?” she stammered.
The woman was answered after a sort of maniacal laughing, and then there was a pause. “I’m right behind you.”
Slowly, the lady turned around, eyes widened with shock as her usually soft amber eyes met wild red orbs that almost seemed to stare through her soul. Realizing that her life was just about to be torn brutally from her, Mrs. Black raced to the door and flung it open. “Run!” she screamed to her children, her voice cracking. “Run, and save yourse-”
But Mrs. Black never got to finish her sentence. As blood sprayed the courtyard of the house, Mary and Tom both stared in horror, as their mother’s head rolled to the ground, her body following it a few seconds later. A tall, thin man wearing a suit stepped out from behind her, holding a very thin broadsword about four centimeters wide, and about a meter tall. He was grinning maliciously, eyes shining with an emotion that neither two kids could read. The man padded forward silently, kicking the now-dead woman’s head towards her offspring, and they drew back in horror as he came to stand in front of them, sheathing his sword, and used both hands to pry the mother’s neck open, tearing her skin and showing it’s bloody contents. Tossing the head aside, the male smiled once again, and silently pulled out his sword again. In a flash of black, Tom and Mary both fell to the floor, both cut in half by the waist. Mary was dead in an instant, her life shooting up to the heavens to follow her deceased mother. Tom’s vision was now spotted with red and white, and he weakly raised his head, just on the verge of death. His eyes widened as he looked at the man towering above him, who was wearing a black suit, the black suit that his mother had been sewing just before. And then the world went black, leaving the man standing and smiling above the three bodies...
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