A Strange Family
Chapter 1
I’m being bullied.
And the freaks who are doing it are
threatening to come to my house.
I begged them not to.
They don’t understand.
I’m the only remotely normal person in my
family.
My dad’s a serial killer.
My mom’s a total psycho.
My brother’s a sociopath.
And me?
I’m just trying to survive.
I dragged myself home, feeling like I was
carrying the weight of the world.
My dad answered the door.
He was wearing an apron and had this
sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face.
“Hey, sweetie, I made you some after–school
snacks.”
His smile widened.
It sent shivers down my spine.
His apron was covered in bloodstains.
Fresh bloodstains.
Clearly, it had just been splattered there.
Dad followed my horrified gaze and chuckled.
“Oops… I got the apron dirty again. Your
mom’s gonna kill me.”
I nervously took off my shoes and stepped
inside.
There was a young woman tied to a chair.
Her hair was a mess, her face was covered in
blood, and her lips were sewn shut.
She saw me and started making these
desperate, muffled noises, her eyes pleading
I flinched and looked away.
“This lady,” Dad said in this gentle voice, “she
abandoned her daughter, who wasn’t even
five years old, to go fool around with some
guy.
“That poor kid got run over, a bloody mess.
Can you imagine how much she suffered?”
I sat on the couch, stiff as a board, trying not
to look at the woman.
A few seconds later, a bloodcurdling scream
ripped through the air.
It went on for what felt like forever, before
finally fading away.
Dad took off his glasses, wiped the blood off
the lenses, and smiled at me.
“Honey, I’m gonna cut this lady up into little
pieces now, so it might be a little gross. Why
don’t you go to your room?”
I practically sprinted to my room.
I heard Dad sigh behind me.
He muttered, “I don’t know why she isn’t more
like us.”
I was shaking like a leaf.
My whole body was covered in cold sweat.
This wasn’t the first time I’d seen Dad kill
someone.
The first time he did it in front of me, I was
five.
He sliced a guy’s throat open while I watched.
He said the guy had abused his wife for
years, driven her to suicide.
And he hadn’t faced any consequences.
So, Dad was taking care of it.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself
down.
But what really had me on edge was
tomorrow night.
Those jerks who were always bullying me
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were coming to my house.
Just thinking about their faces made my
stomach cramp.
I begged them not to come.
But they just grabbed my hair, slapped me
around, and laughed, saying they wanted to
see what kind of freak show raised a loser
like me.
They have no idea.
Nobody who’s ever come to my house has
ever left alive.
The doorbell rang.
I opened the door and there was my mom.
She has this really innocent, pretty face, but I
know how messed up she is.
Mom smiled at me.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Mom…” I pleaded.
But I did what she said, and I started to shake
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as I took my clothes off, revealing all the
scars and bruises on my body.
“Who did this? Hmm?” Her smile got wider.
I knew she was furious.
When she gets angry, she does terrible
things.
