It was a dark and stormy night, and my family and I were huddled together in our cozy living room, enjoying each other’s company. Suddenly, we heard a loud banging on the front door. Startled, we all jumped up from our seats and rushed to see who was outside.
As I peered through the peephole, my heart sank. A maniacal-looking madman was standing on our doorstep, his eyes wild and his face twisted into a grotesque sneer. He was holding a rusty axe in one hand and a tattered old book in the other.
Without warning, he began to recite a strange incantation from the book, his voice rising in intensity with each passing moment. My wife and children clung to me in terror as we watched the madman’s eyes glow with an otherworldly light.
Suddenly, the front door burst open with a deafening crash, and the madman charged into our home, brandishing his axe wildly. We scrambled for cover as he smashed our furniture and tore apart our belongings with reckless abandon.
For what seemed like hours, we cowered in fear as the madman raged through our home, his demonic laughter echoing through the halls. Finally, he stopped abruptly, his head cocking to one side as if listening to some unheard voice.
And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, the madman vanished into thin air, leaving us shaken and bewildered in his wake.
As we slowly gathered ourselves and surveyed the wreckage that remained of our once-happy home, I knew that we would never be the same again. The memory of that terrible night would haunt us forever, a constant reminder of the horrors that lurked just beyond our doorstep. But through it all, I knew that my love for my family would never falter – for in these darkest of times, it was all that we had left to hold onto.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.
