Bobby froze where he stood, his thumping heart the only sound he could hear. He waited for whatever was about to come out of his bedroom door; as it slowly creaked opened. Bobby didn’t know whether to run for the front door or wait for what was to come.
Bobby slowly walked in, not sure what he was going to find, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.
Only two more spots of blood on the carpet and one on the bed, but still no sign of his his parents. He backed out of the room, not wanting to touch anything….not the doors…