Prologue

October 12 1974

Friday,  12.45 am 

It was  a dark stormy night. Massive lighting was enduring like a spotlight endures on a celebrity but here was no celebrity. The rain was pouring like cats and dogs. The clouds were fighting as a war has taken place. A figure of a girl walked in the silent hallway which was being devoured by the darkness and stillness. She quietly peeked through the gothic door key hole. 

On the other side of the door stood a figure of a tall man with a sharp bloody blade looking as if it was made from blood instead of metal.Next to him was a blindfolded women tied on a chair, same goes with two girls and one boy but their hands and legs were only tied  and were forced to rest on the floor which was being swallowed by the crimison red liquid which we call blood. 

The man stabbed the blade in the women's chest with so much force that the blood drops spilled on also far areas in the room.

A couple of tears rolled down the little girl's face who was peeking. 

He pulled the blade and moved towards the children. 

One by one he stabbed the blade in the girls chest. Then he moved forward, next to the girls was the boy. He took of the boy's blind fold and stabbed the blade in his left eyes. 

The girl screamed after seeing this horrible scene.

The man heard and pulled the blade. He moved towards the door and kicked it with a large force making it hang on its hinges.There was no one. He looked on right and then left deciding whether to go here or there.

The girl flinched in shiver making the vase move which gave the man signal that she is behind the vase. He acted as if he was walking towards the right and quietly tip toed towards the vase.

The girl sighed and peeks through the vase. She saw a man with bloody face and an evil smirk holding a bloody blade in front of her. She tried to run but her shirt collar was  grabbed. He pulled his arm and stabbed the blade in the girl's shoulder losing aim of the neck. He pulled back and she gave all her force to get free luckily she was free from his grip. 

She placed her hand on her shoulder and ran. The deep wound made the bloody drip faster which in couple of seconds created a puddle. She slipped and her head crashed into the wall in front of the end of the twisty modern Victorian stairs.

The man came running.

She slowly got up and started crawling towards the door. Her head fell and her eyes closed on the doormat out side the door telling that she is unconscious.

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I would delete the first sentence. Other than that this sounds like a good prologue.