Richard
I took my first step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. I can't breathe as I watch the scene unfold before my eyes get much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down my spine. My heart races as I watch the chaos and destruction that have consumed the once-peaceful room. The eerie silence amplifies the sense of dread, making it difficult to comprehend the unimaginable events that have transpired.
I took my parents' photo from the closet, which I was holding tightly in my trembling hands.
The image of their smiling faces brings a bittersweet comfort amidst the chaos, reminding me of happier times.
And I run through the debris-filled hallway, desperate to escape the horrors that surround me. The adrenaline pumps through my veins, fueling my determination to find safety and leave this nightmare behind.
Every creak and whisper in the house intensifies my panic, making
