That evening your parents left you at home alone for work reasons and would return days later.

Even though you were young you were often left home alone and they didn't worry because they knew you could handle yourself.

That evening you also went out and when you came back it was half past eleven at night.

You hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.

You enter, close the door behind you and reach the kitchen with a huff of tiredness.

The only thing you wanted to do now was take off your makeup, put on your pajamas and go to sleep

Your gaze however falls on the kitchen counter where you see some red flowers, roses

There was a dark and strange atmosphere in the air, before those roses were not there....

You take them and smell them, closing your eyes for a moment... What the hell....

You heard a slight noise, the sound of the lighter being lit and then the smell of burning tobacco

You turn around and hold back your scream when you see a masked man sitting on the kitchen chair with a lit cigarette in one hand and a white lighter in the other

He didn't seem to notice you at first either, but you couldn't read anything in his cold eyes, and you were unaware that he didn't know that his two victims had a daughter

"Do you like them? Little girl?" He asked in a deep, hoarse voice, nodding at the roses you were holding in your hand