Eavesdrop

[Brielle’s POV]

Blood. There’s so much blood. It stains everything around me, from the floor beneath my feet to my own body.

Heart hammering in my chest, I begin to look around, my eyes scanning the familiar walls and furniture of my childhood home.

Swallowing, I head for the stairs even though I know what awaits me upstairs, but despite knowing that, I can’t stop myself. My body moves on its own, as it always did when I had this nightmare.

“Mom, dad,” I whisper, starting to slowly take the stairs. “Are you here?”

Of course, they were here. They were always here, and they were always just as I found them four years prior.

When I reach the top of the stairs, the scent of blood reaches me and threatens to make me gag, but I continue to move until I reach their room.

Reaching out a shaky hand, I begin to turn the handle of their door until it gives and starts to open until the dark space within can be seen.

“Mom?” I whimper, moving toward the bed that sits in the middle of the room. “Dad