Death

Shem froze, his eyes widened. Grabbing his phone he got up quickly forgetting to put on clothes and turned on the flashlight before heading outside his room.

'WHY IS THERE BLOOD IN MY HOUSE?'

Moving quietly in fear of an intruder, Shem tip-toed down the darkened hallway, his mental voice panicked and anxious, still stuck on the thought of an intruder. 

'I know I am a heavy sleeper, but I should have heard something.'

Passing his sister's room Shem felt his anxiety drop by a bit, noticing the blood trail did not come from her room. His features becoming a tad more relaxed but still exceedingly wary. 

Continuing to follow the widening blood trail Shem recounted his dream.

'Was that shit real? It definitely felt real.

I've never had a dream that vivid before …'

Before Shem could clear his mind, he arrived at the end of the hallway, the estuary of the blood. Gripping the banister to stop himself from falling, Shem's legs swayed, arms grew weak. He managed to murmur out a small curse as his face turned full with terror. 

Gently pulling the door a small wave of blood was pushed aside towards him, drenching his bare feet in the already cool liquid. The sight that greeted him made Shem fall to his knees, a small whimper escaping his mouth. 

'No no no no no.

No. Why them?'

A pool of blood surrounded a bed, the sheets stained deep crimson. His mother and father laid there. His mother was decapitated, her beautiful head splashing around in the pool of blood now escaping the room with the open door. His father had his guts everywhere, pieces of last night's dinner swimming in the blood. 

Tear's brimmed Shem's eyes, unable to bear the scene he instantly closed the door. 

"Damn it."

Unable to say anymore, Shem cried. He cried until his eyes grew red, mucus covered his mouth, and lips refused to stop twitching. 

'Fuck, I can't stay here forever.'

Shem leaned hard against the banister for support as he got up. Breath ragged he crept down the hallway back to where he came, this time not caring for the noise created. His blood stained feet leaving footprints as if he was a deranged murderer leaving a brutal crime scene. 

With a heavy heart, his bloodied hand touched the door handle for his sister's room. Choking on his tears Shem closed his eyes while shivering from shock.

"What do I do"? He lamented quietly. Shem, the person often described as cheerful and calm by his classmates, was grieving. Shem had loving parents who looked out for and cared for him, was popular and played sports, and now he couldn't imagine any of it.

His parents were gone, cold to the touch. All Shem could think about was his sister, the last piece of family he had left. Knocking softly on the door Shem murmured in a hoarse voice "Lorey I'm coming in."

Hearing no response and fearing the worst, Shem swung the door open and was greeted by darkness. Using his phone flashlight Shem felt a sense of release seeing his older sister healthy, making his steps quiet once again he sat at the foot of her bed.

Lorelai Julli or Lorey was Shem's sister, Lorey was in her fourth year of university studying biochemistry. Often described as fiercely protective but still calm and collected, Lorey enjoyed riding her motorcycle. 

'I still remember the day she came home with it, the look on Dad's face was priceless.' Shem chuckled internally, finding a small scrap of solace. 

Slowly, Shem shook Lorey's shoulder until she woke up. Sleep still in her eyes and hair messy Lorey turned to Shem, her confusion obvious.

"Shem … why are you in my room?" She questioned in an overly sweet voice causing a shiver to shoot down Shem's spine as if he was struck by lightning. Shem kept a mourning face uncertain with how to proceed, his voice cracked under pressure. 

"Mom and Dad, they uhh …"

Finally noticing his bloody hands Lorey's expression turned fearful, hurriedly getting up she bolted to their parents room. Following behind her Shem did not get a chance to think of something before she opened their parent's door. 

Coming into contact with the ghastly sight Lorey clutched the door handle to prevent herself from falling, tears streaked down her face. Attempting to comfort her Shem placed his hands on her shoulders once again, attempting to pull her away from the gore, but Lorey refused to move, entranced in horror by the situation in front of her.

Lorelai refused to move until all of the blood had drained from the room.