• It was a dark and gloomy night over the Marie house. Lightning struck. Thunder crackled from above. Something terrible was to happen that night. Everyone in the household knew. But there was one that did not though. The young five-year-old mistress that was playing in her room. Rose was her name. She had long, silky black hair, dark as the night itself. Eyes as yellow as the sun. The young mistress Rose got up off her floor and looked around the large room. It was empty with only her bed and toys. Rose sighed and walked over to her toy box for yet another toy.

    While digging through the box, lightning struck and the power went out. The mistress looked up quickly and went toward the window. The storm got worse and the only light in the room was the reflection of the moonlight and the lightnings shine. Downstairs, maids and butlers raced through the house, looking for candles.

    “Slowly,” she thought to herself. And she did so. Walking to the door slowly, Rose listened to the sound of her servants' running feet. When she reached the door, everything became silent. Not a voice, no sound of feet walking across the floors. Rose held her breath as she opened the door. But behind it was a horrific sight. Her mother's body laying on the floor, a bloody knife in her back. “M-Mother,” she whispered softly, her lips quivering in fear. This was just the beginning though. Young Rose ran to her father's study as fast as her small legs could carry her. When she opened the door though, it was the same as her mother.

    Sitting in his desk chair, a knife through the back. Rose dropped to her knees and hung her head low. “No. Not father too.” A maid ran up behind the mistress and turned her around. “Rose, run away. Get out qui-” Blood then oozed out of the maids mouth. Rose gasped as the maid fell forward, spitting up blood all over the five-year-old's face, arms, and chest. A knife to the back. Just like Rose's mother and father.

    Quickly moving away, the girl curled up in a corner and stared at the bleeding maid. “What is happening? Why is everyone being killed?” she thought to herself questionably.

    Rose waited a hour before pushing herself and walking out of the room. Everything was so quiet. The thunder echoed through the empty halls. When Rose made it to the stairs, she looked up and started to scream. Falling back, she stared up at the hanging body with a butcher knife to the chest. She did not see who it was until lightning struck, shining light on the face. Rose broke down crying then and there. Her only brother was dead. Her best friend was murdered! Rose stopped her crying when she heard a scream from downstairs with laughter following. The laugh sounded deep and low. That sound sent chills down her spine.

    Rose rolled over onto her knees and crawled over to the stairs. Dodging the blood puddle from her dear brother, the mistress peered through the railing at the kitchen. She soon saw a man walk out, covered in blood from head to toe. Rose had to cover her mouth to stop her from screaming.

    He had a knife in his hand that was dripping with fresh blood. He was smiling as he chuckled softly and licked off some of the blood. “What is he?” she asked herself in barely a whisper.

    Rose started to shake violently as she watched the man walk over to a corner and stabbed something that was hiding in the shadows. Blood splattered all over the man but all he did was laugh. All he did was laugh as blood trickled down his skin.

    Rose moved away from the stairs and sat against the wall. Her yellow eyes were wide and the maid's blood covered her hair. She couldn't bear this any longer. If she stayed she would see everyone be killed and she herself would be killed too. “Run away,” she thought to herself. Yet her legs would not move.

    Rose could not stand nor crawl. Her body was paralyzed in fear and sorrow. The five-year-old flinched as thunder sounded and lightning sliced through the sky. In front of her she saw a window with the full moon in view and the light shining on her. Rose stood up, her legs shaking, and walked over to the window to stare up at the stars. When she focused on the glass though, she saw dry blood on the bottom right corner.

    Rose jumped back but ran into someone. Scared to look, the girl closed her eyes and turned around. But when she opened them, she saw him. The murderer. Rose opened her mouth to scream but it was too late. Just as she was about to scream, a knife was stabbed into her stomach. The small five-year-old coughed up blood and fell to her knees. “I'll be with you all soon,” she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and fell to the side, bleeding slowly and quietly to death.



    The man that murdered the Marie family was never found.
    And even though they were all killed,
    their wonderful memories still live inside their families hearts.