I walk the street leading to my house. It was dark as always. The only light came from the lamp post. This time though, there was a party going on one of the houses from a far away block and so I can't use the usual path I always take. I turn on the opposite side. I heard that there had been a series of killing these past few days but no officers really came so no one is sure if it was real or just another rumor. So that was it, I used the opposite path. I'm not really familiar with this side of the neighborhood, but I continued anyway. I ended up in a split path, and now I'm lost. I look around trying to find a clue about where I should go. A man suddenly approach me and ask if I was lost. Since he's just one of our neighbors(I pressumed), I said yes. He led me to our house. It was dark. That's not a usual thing here since my family are usually loud and all. "Where are your parents?" the guy asked. I shrugged. I opened the door to our house and the guy followed me inside. I lit up the living room, and there they were. My family, lifeless. Blood all over the floor and couch. I look behind me, look at the guy in the eye. He was shock. Almost speechless... "behind you" the only word that manage to escape from his mouth. I turn around and saw my brother stood up. He was covered in blood. He was about to fall down so I catch him. Suddenly i felt a cold, sharp object from my back. I thought it was from the guy who led me here. But then I saw my brother... smiling.