Parent's perspective

Mom - I have been running for minutes before I lost track of my little boy. "Josiah, come home!" I yelled hoping he could hear me. "Josiah!" I shout again, then I hear someone calling me. "Honey! Honey please stop running" I heard him say. "Ugh it's just you" I said in despair, as I turned around and kept walking. "Josiah!" I shouted again, until my husband covered my mouth and said, "Shush! I heard someone walking around here and didn't sound like a little boy." This put a shock on my face and I looked around petrified. 'Who was he? What did he want? Why was he here? Did he fucking take my son?!' All these thoughts ran through my mind, until we heard a crunch coming from behind us.

Dad - "Who's there!" I yell to empty woods, "Come out now and stop following us dammit!" I pulled out my pocket knife and waved it in the air. "You better come out!" My wife shouted, "Or else what?" We heard a swift and shallow man ask. "U-uh or else well have to find you!'' I stuttered , "I love a good hide and seek!" the man said as we thought he jumped for joy. I looked left and right until I heard a slicing sound, I turned around only to see my wife dead on the floor, her throat was sliced, and she had been impaled with the knife in her elbow. Next thing I saw was the knife stabbed into my head and heard, "Ops, think I got to carried away"