When I opened the door to my old home, I expected to have flashes like before, to remember all the things that were bad. But this time, it was different. I saw all the good. I remember Christmas with my mom and dad when they bought me an easy bake oven so I could cook like my mom. And I remembered Angela helping make cupcakes in the kitchen to support Emett in his hopes of becoming a Junior Prom King. And dad used to read me books so I could fall asleep up in my bedroom. Wow, all the good memories.
The furniture was gone. I had planned to spend the night, and be out by dark, but did I really want to lie on the floor and smell the hint of bleach and new carpet. There was a knock at the door. I scrunched my face together. I was sure that the kids from before had left. I made my way to the door, and it flashed before me. The night that Ryan came to my door and murdered my family. That night the door was
