I went to my girlfriend’s house as fast as I could. I needed to see if what she said was true or not.
The first thing I saw was that there wasn’t any car in the garage. It wasn’t a good sign.
I didn’t know what to think, and being honest, I didn’t know what to do or think after verifying what I suspected, but I didn’t have any better idea than checking my doubts directly.
I knew were they kept the spare key, but I soon discovered it wasn’t going to be necessary to use it.
The door was unlocked, and was already half-opened. I went inside and soon as I saw the interior of the house, all my fears grew.
It looked like if a little war had happened there. Furniture cut in half and all over the floor, glass from broken windows and ruined portraits and paintings lying all over the place, bookcases turned upside down or destroyed, chairs and tables cut in simple pieces of wood…
The living room and the kitchen were a complete mess.
Then, I heard the noise of a chain moving. It came from the second floor.
I went upstairs, trying to make as little sound as possible.
As soon as I got to the second floor, the room were the noise came from was at my sights, the door wide open.
“My god.”
They never went on any trip. Shit… it is possible they never really got out of their house to begin with.
My girlfriend’s parents and his little brother… they were all hanging from giant hooks that were attached to chains that came from the ceiling. The walls from that room… they were the same as the ones on the red room: covered in blood.
Her brother… her brother wasn’t even ten years old! His head… his skull was opened… CUT in half, his brain still hanging from the back of his head.
HE WASN’T EVEN 10 YEARS OLD, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
Her mother… her intestines hanging out from her opened stomach. Her body full of cuts and bruises and… and…
She was still alive, for the love of God, STILL ALIVE!
Her father was the only one who seemed to be untouched. Although he was hanging from a hook… my God… he only had a couple of bruises and cuts.
I wanted to run, you SHOULD’VE run. But I couldn’t. My legs were paralyzed.
I couldn’t move.
Then I heard something… something strange… I don’t remember exactly what, but it sounded like if several voices were singing a very bizarre chant, impossible to understand or comprehend.
Then…
GLASH!
A sword pierced his stomach. Blood flew everywhere.
The scream of pain almost left me deaf and, momentarily, it erased the strange chant from my eardrums.
Out of nowhere, the chant began again and slowly began to grow louder as the man in the hook, still with the sword in his stomach, suffered some kind of heart attack. Almost like if he was having a seizure, or an epileptic attack.
“What… what the hell is going on here?!”
The man kept convulsing, every passing second the seizures becoming more and more violent.
“Holly shit, I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!”
The chant kept getting louder. It was so loud it got to the point I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts… just that horrible chant and the sudden screams of pain of my girlfriend’s father…
Then, complete silence. For a second, there wasn’t a single noise, and I couldn’t see a single movement, almost like if time had frozen.
“Jesus…”
I was completely speechless. All I could do was stand there, paralyzed, watching all those macabre things.
The girlfriend’s father… he just wouldn’t stop moving. Suddenly, hundreds and hundreds of wounds and cuts appeared on his body out of nowhere, blood coming out from the wounds.
“WHY CAN'T I MOVE!?”
At the very end, my girlfriend’s father screamed in pain one last time.
To this day, I can still hear that scream in my nightmares.
And then… then…
His body exploded.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I forced myself to run. I ran as fast as I could.
I’m not sure if somebody saw me or heard me, but at that moment it was the last thing I cared about.
I escaped from that place, and I swear to never return
Never.
