Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

One house, family of five; two sons older, daughter newborn, mother and father. Rural house, canada. Snowy field, no tracks. I am shadow. Big
 Dark. Long and tall yet formly. Violent. I move with no tracks. I look. First son down stairs in kitchen near window, smoking. I pull him out twist his body like a wet rag and pull. Dead. I drop him. Crawl up wall up to top of roof. They hear me. They wonder where first is. Father goes out I take him by the head and crush.  Others scream. He is dead. They head upstairs. I drag mother down she tells second son to get baby.  I must her with my body. Second son jumps out widow with baby. I kill him your choice. I take them baby and bring it's cradle out to the middle of the field. I leave no marks in snow. I look at the baby, holding head in one head body in other. I twist it's little head around and break it off. I place it back in the cradle and leave.