The TV flickers to life, casting an eerie glow over the room. My friend and I sit on the couch, our muscles tense from the day's activities. We don't say much, Lost in our own thoughts. Suddenly, the silence is broken by a loud thud from upstairs. Our eyes widen in fear. We know what's happening - our parents are fighting again. We exchange nervous glances, not daring to move. Then, without warning, the sound of shattering glass pierces the air. Our hearts race as adrenaline surges through our veins. Without another word, we leap into action, grabbing flashlights and a crowbar, ready for anything. As we creep upstairs, the smell of blood thick in the air, we hear our parents' twisted laughter echoing through the house. Slowly pushing open the door to our parents' bedroom, we are met with a horrifying sight: them engaged in a ritualistic sacrifice, their bodies adorned with occult symbols and a look of intense concentration on their faces.
