Deep asleep after a stressful night, the crocking of the hens woke me up. Reluctant to stand up I rolled to the other side of my bed covering my whole body with my duve, before I heard my name. Wondering who could keep calling my name constantly I stood up with an hiss before I remembered it could be my parents. With high speed I ran down the stairs to the living room, but on getting there I met no one. The living room was empty. Thought I was dreaming I slapped myself and open my eyes again but it was still d same.
I didn't know what to do, I found myself standing in the middle of the living and suddenly I felt something dropped on my head. I touched it and it was blood. I couldn't get hold of myself again. I was scared. The floors were shaking, the windows began to crack, the doors opened itself. I was really terrified. All I did was to scream and I ran to a corner with my head bent and eyes closed before I felt a touch on my shoulder. I looked up and I saw three children covered with blood all over their body standing...