Beyond the darkness

Chapter 1 the memory

It's been 2 years but I still remember that night, that horrible night that engulfed my everything into its darkness and I could do nothing but to stay still and watch it all happen. The police might have given up but I haven't. I will find that bloody monster no matter what!

Burning in the flames of revenge I clenched my fist , my mind took me back to that day..

Two years ago;

It was my birthday, we all planned for a family time together.We spent the day at part laughing and playing together happy and carefree.

"I'm so glad that we came here today" my mother said ruffling my hair.

My dad chuckled tossing a Frisbee in air "i know right? This is just what we needed "

I grinned feeling a sense of joy and warmth of my family. My dad and I played catch together and chased each other around the playground.

My mother sat on a blanket watching us with a bright smile.

I thought it was the best birthday of my life as my father was here, he had always been busy and out of town but today he was here, spending quality time with me, I longed for this day my whole life.



" sweetie! look what I have got for you !" my dad looked so happy and excited holding out a small silver pendant. "It's a four-leaf clover, and it's supposed to bring good luck and protection. I want you to wear it always, and remember that no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

My eyes widened as I took the pendant from him. "Thank you, Daddy!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck.

"As I wrapped my arms around my dad's neck, I felt a rush of warmth and love. His familiar scent and gentle voice made me feel safe and protected. I squeezed him tight, feeling grateful for this special moment just between us. The silver pendant felt cool against my skin, but my dad's hug made me feel like I was wrapped in a warm hug. I didn't want to let go, and I felt a sense of security and comfort in his arms. 'I love you, Daddy,' I whispered, my voice muffled against his shoulder. He hugged me back, holding me close, and I knew everything would be okay as long as he was there for me."

". But just as we were getting cozy, my mom's voice cut through the air, 'Hey, kids! Who wants ice cream?' I squealed with excitement and pulled away from my dad's hug. In my rush to run towards the ice cream, I got distracted and left the pendant on the bench. I didn't even notice it slipping off my neck as I bounded away with a huge grin on my face, my dad chuckling behind me. 'I do! I do!' I shouted, already racing towards the ice cream truck. For a moment, I forgot all about the pendant, too caught up in the thrill of a sweet treat on a sunny day.

It was getting dark so we decided to head home from there.

I trudged into the house, still licking the remnants of ice cream from my lips. As we walked in, I turned to my parents with a mischievous grin. "Hey, guys, can we have a horror movie night tonight? Pleeease?" I asked, trying to wheedle my way into getting what I wanted.

My parents exchanged a knowing glance, and my mom shook her head. "Not tonight, sweetie. It's a school night, and you need to get some rest. Besides, horror movies aren't exactly the best thing for you to watch before bed."

I pouted, feeling a bit disappointed. "Aww, come on! Just one movie? I'll be fine tomorrow, I promise!"

But my parents were firm. "No, Emma. It's time for bed. You've got school tomorrow, and you need to get up early. Let's plan a movie night for the weekend, okay?"

I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to win this argument. With a reluctant nod, I headed off to bed, feeling a bit grumpy but also knowing my parents were right. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind suddenly jolted awake with the memory of the pendant. I had lost it earlier in the day, and now I couldn't shake the thought of finding it. I tossed aside my blankets and sat up, a plan forming in my mind. I would sneak out to the park at midnight, search for the pendant, and make it a little adventure. The thrill of sneaking out and solving the mystery of the lost pendant was too enticing to resist. I settled back into bed, my heart racing with anticipation, and tried to get some rest before my midnight escapade. Little did I know, the night would unfold in ways I never could have imagined...

I waited until midnight, when the house was quiet and my parents were asleep. I snuck out of my room, trying not to creak the floorboards, and made my way to the front door. I slipped out into the night, the cool air hitting me like a slap in the face. The park was a short walk from my house, and I knew it would be deserted at this hour. As I walked, the streetlights cast long shadows behind me, and I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a bit of fear. I reached the park and walked to the bench where I thought I might have lost the pendant. The moon was full overhead, casting an eerie glow over everything. I searched the bench, my hands patting the slats, and then, suddenly, my fingers closed around the pendant. I felt a rush of relief and triumph. I'd found it! As I turned to head back home, the sky began to darken, and the wind picked up. Before I knew it, the first droplets of rain started falling. Within minutes, the drizzle turned into a downpour, and I quickened my pace, trying to get home as fast as I could. The rain soaked through my clothes, and I shivered, clutching the pendant tightly in my fist. I couldn't wait to get inside, dry off, and warm up. But as I approached my house, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat...

Chapter 2 : The rauma

The door was open but I had locked it while leaving, I could sense something was off.

The open door creaked slightly in the wind, as if beckoning me to enter. The rain poured down around me, casting a misty veil over the house, making it seem like a specter looming before me. As I stepped inside, the darkness enveloped me like a shroud. The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness, and the only sound was the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath my feet. My heart pounded in my chest as I fumbled for the light switch, my fingers trembling with anticipation and fear.

When the lights flickered to life, they revealed a scene that would haunt my dreams forever.

My eyes widened in horror as I took in the scene before me. My parents lay motionless on the floor, their bodies eerily still. My mother's eyes were frozen in a permanent stare, her face pale and lifeless. My father's body slumped against the couch, a look of shock and terror still etched on his face. The ones who had been laughing and joking just hours before, were now silent and still, their bodies limp and lifeless.

My mind struggled to process the carnage, refusing to accept its reality. This had to be a nightmare, a terrible dream from which I'd soon awaken. But the blood, the bodies, the silence - it was all too real. A scream built up inside me, trapped in my throat like a bird desperate to escape. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. I was paralyzed, my heart shattering into a million pieces.

As I stood there, frozen in shock, the killer's face came into view. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, we stared at each other. The killer's eyes were cold and empty, devoid of humanity. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized I was staring into the face of pure evil. Their gaze held a twisted fascination, as if they were enjoying my fear and terror.

My instincts screamed at me to run, to flee from the horror unfolding before me. But my legs wouldn't move. I was trapped in a living hell of fear and despair. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, with me unable to look away from the nightmare that had consumed my family.

But then, something snapped inside me. I turned and ran, fleeing from the scene of unimaginable horror, desperate to escape the clutches of the killer."

I ran as fast as I could, my feet pounding the wet pavement. The rain poured down around me, making it hard to see and hear anything else. I could feel the killer's presence behind me, their footsteps closing in. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see.

Suddenly, I felt a hand grab at my jacket, and I was yanked backward. I stumbled, almost falling, but managed to break free. The killer's fingers brushed against my arm, and I shuddered. I picked up speed, my heart racing with fear.

The killer was gaining on me, I could sense it. Their breath was getting closer, their footsteps louder. I could feel their hot breath on the back of my neck. I was running out of time.

Just as I thought all was lost, I saw a narrow alleyway between two buildings. Without hesitation, I darted into it, hoping to lose the killer. I ran down the alley, my footsteps echoing off the walls.

The killer followed, their footsteps pounding the ground behind me. I could hear their labored breathing, their anger and frustration growing with every step. I knew I had to keep moving.

As I reached the end of the alley, I saw a glimmer of hope - a small opening between two dumpsters. I squeezed through it just as the killer was about to grab me. I emerged on the other side, gasping for breath, and kept running.

When I finally dared to look back, the killer was nowhere to be seen. I didn't know if I'd lost them for good, but I knew I had to keep moving. I couldn't shake the feeling that the killer was still out there, watching me, waiting for their next chance.

I stumbled through the rain-soaked streets, my heart racing with fear. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to keep moving. Finally, I saw a familiar landmark - the old library. It was closed, but I knew a secret entrance that would lead me to a hidden room. I made my way around to the side of the building and slipped through the narrow door.

Once inside, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. The room was small and dimly lit, with shelves of old books lining the walls. It was a place I'd come to escape when I was younger, and I hoped it would provide me with some safety now.

As the adrenaline began to wear off, the reality of what had happened hit me like a ton of bricks. My family... they were gone. The images of their lifeless bodies flashed through my mind, and I felt a wave of grief wash over me.

I slid to the floor, my back against the door, and let out a sob. Tears streamed down my face as I thought of my mother , my father ... all gone. I cried for the laughter we'd shared, the memories we'd made, the future we'd never have.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice shaking with rage and sorrow. "Why did this have to happen to us?"

I buried my face in my hands, letting the tears flow. I felt so alone, so lost. I didn't know how I was going to face the world without my family. The thought of living without them was unbearable.

As I cried, the sound of the rain outside seemed to grow louder, echoing my sobs. I held the lucky charm tightly in my fist, the silver pendant digging into my palm. My father had given it to me just hours before... before everything changed. Before my family was taken from me. The memory of his smile, his words of protection and love, now felt like a cruel joke.

My birthday, a day that was supposed to be filled with joy and celebration, had turned into a nightmare. My father had given me this charm, this symbol of good luck, just as we were about to enjoy our special day together. And now, they were all gone.

I hugged the charm to my chest, feeling the tears flow. "Daddy," I whispered, my voice shaking with sobs. "Why didn't you protect us? Why didn't the charm work?"

The pain was overwhelming, and I felt like I was drowning in my grief. But as I held the charm, I knew I had to keep going. I had to survive, for my family's sake. The charm, though it hadn't brought us good luck, was all I had left of them. And I would hold onto it, no matter what.