After tossing and turning to the early hours of the morning, I
finally drifted off in to an uneasy, fitful sleep.
It was night. I was in the streets. Who's street? I looked
around, but it was too dark to make out anything more than the
brick walls. My footsteps echoed around the silent streets, and
it felt as if I was the only person left in the world. But,
turning around a corner, I saw my whole family lined up against a
brick wall. The twins, Mum, Dad, Macey and even Billy. What were
they doing there? Standing, staring straight ahead as though
mesmerised. This was not something you saw every day.
"Mum? Dad?" I said uncertainly. They didn't respond. Either did
any of my siblings when I said their names. Something was wrong.
Suddenly, people stepped out from the dark shadows. Six of them.
All dressed in black with hoods covering their faces. They moved
towards my family, apparently unaware that I was stood right in
front of them. Flashes of silver glinted by their hands. Knives.
My stomach lurched. I ran forwards to stop them, but my feet were
glued to the pavement. I opened my mouth to shout, but no sound
came out. I shut my eyes to escape the terror, but my eyelids
refused to close.
The six people in black chose a member of my family each, and set
to work. I watched in absolute horror. Knives speared into wide
eyeballs and gauged them out. Dark, bloody bottomless holes were
left, and my family's excruciating screams pierced my heart like
the devil's spear. But my family couldn't move. They were as
glued to the spot as I was.
The hooded people's next move brought bile surging upwards, and I
spewed it everywhere. They all grabbed my family's tongues and
slowly sliced them off. Squirming bloody tongues fell into the
darkness. Then they chopped off fingers and toes. One. By. One.
Knives stabbed into guts, sliced in between every rib, twisted
sadistically in throats. I was sobbing ferociously and my throat
had swollen so I could barely breathe. But the worst thing was
that my family was still alive. Alive and experiencing all those
unbearable things being done to them.
After a time seeming like eternity, my family finally dropped to
the floor in the darkness. Bloody, lifeless corpses. And then the
six murderers turned to me with their knives drenched in my
parent's and siblings' blood. My stomach flipped. My heart was
thundering its way out of my chest like a herd of stampeding
elephants. A cold, wet knife was pressed against my throat and I
They had me.
I was a dead man.
I tumbled out of bed in the pitch black and vomited on the floor,
shaking ferociously and sobbing like the world was going to end.
And it was, surely.
"Connor," spoke an alarmed voice. Macey's voice. She was back
from the dead. Wetness seeped into my boxers. I screamed as she
grasped my neck. I kicked away from her and rushed around the
walls, groping for the door. I found it and flung in wide open.
Stumbling out onto the landing, I saw the twins' door open and
they walked out sleepily. I turned the opposite direction of
them, straight into Macey. She flung herself at me, and I
screamed like a madman as I tumbled to the floor.
"Don't kill me!" I yelled. "Please!"
"Connor calm down!"
I thrashed and kicked myself free of Macey's harsh headlock. She
was trying to decapitate me!
I stumbled away from her, into Jack's arms. Jack's crushing arms
on my chest. There was a swelling balloon in my lungs and Jack
was going to pop it. He was trying to suffocate me.
"No! Please Jack let go!"
"Con what the hell is going on?!"
"Let go Jack! I can't breathe!"
Amazingly, Jack let go. But all that happened was that the
balloon got bigger. I panicked like no one's business.
"I can't breathe."
Cold sweat poured down my face, my back and my chest. My stomach
was performing tumbling somersaults and my eyes were producing
tears the size of swimming pools. I needed to get away from here.
"Connor listen to me," said Macey. I backed away.
"Connor you have to calm down."
I backed into Harry. I screamed and fought. But he held me tight.
"No! Let go!"
Harry grabbed my hot, throbbing head in his cool, strong hands. I
grew still. His hands were safe. We stayed like that for at least
"There we go."
My fingers were twitching with nerves.
"Connor, look at me."
I shook my head, panic starting to bubble back in.
"Con. Look. At. Me."
Dark, bloody bottomless holes. He was going to wrench my
"Harry let go! Please don't!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
His grip on me tightened and I started shaking from head to toe.
I didn't want my eyes gauged out!
"Don't do what?" asked Harry. I raked at his fingers and he
finally let go. I stumbled away through tears. Mum and Dad's door
was flung open. I started running.
"Dad catch him! He's gone mental!" shouted Jack. Dad lunged for
me, but I dodged. I ran across the landing and flung myself down
the stairs, missing out all the steps in between. The ground
rushed up towards me and I stuck my arms out to take the impact.
My palms hit the floor and both my arms snapped. My stomach
heaved at the sound. I heard footsteps on the stairs and I tried
to shuffle forwards, but a flaming pain burned in my left knee
and my aching arms collapsed. I howled in pain and then cowered
away from contact with a hand on my back. They'd got me now. They
had me trapped 'cause I couldn't move to get away. Not without
the bones in my arms splintering and piercing my skin. My heart
beat ferociously and my blood ran cold.
"Connor," my name was spoken softly. "Connor please, try to calm
"But I can't breathe," I whispered. And it was true, even though
my mind responded well to those words. The balloon still wouldn't
go away, and how was I supposed to calm down if I couldn't
breathe? Something sharp slid in between one of my ribs. It felt
like a nail trying to turn me over, but I couldn't be sure. And
if I couldn't be sure then it could be a knife. Slicing in
between every rib.
I started panicking again, and nothing could calm me down. I was
backing into a wall, and they'd got me cornered. I thrashed
weakly and screamed my head off. But I couldn't move away. And
then I felt a strike to my lower jaw, and I was unconscious.