"Mum! Dad!" I scream, tears streaming down my face. I back up into the wall, my eyes wide with horror. In front of me are two wooden chairs, side by side. Ropes tied to the chair dangle from the side and splatters of blood cover the floor. It stains the carpet, turning it an ugly shade of red. My eyes land back on the chairs and I gag.
The wooden chairs are empty.
My parents have disappeared.
I vision them tied up minutes or hours ago and another sob escapes my mouth. Beside me, Tori begins screaming. Her eyes are wide with shock. A sickening thought runs through my mind and I freeze, grabbing hold of Tori.
"Shut up. Shut up Tori!" I hiss, placing my hand over her mouth. Muffled sounds of protest come from her and I hold my breath as I listen out for any noises.
What if the murderer/k
