jueves, 8 de noviembre de 2012


It was a quiet day. My mother had to travel suddenly and left me and my brothers alone in the house.
It was the nigth of halloween and we put the TV on. In the news they tell that in our neightborghood there was a psicokiller and the police was trying to catch him. My mother did not know that. twenty minutes later, someone ring at the door. My brother opened the door. It was a man asking for some water.

My brother let him in. Suddenly, the man bring out a knife and killed my brother, and then bring out a shotgun and search for the rest of my brothers. He killed them all. Then he came out of the house.

Then, I left my hiding place horrified.