I sang while watching my siblings dance around. Mom chuckled at our silly dance moves as Dad just got home from his job, cooking chicken, the aroma filling the house. My older brother at 12 tapped my shoulder. "You're it!" he called out as I chased him a while. Suddenly a loud bang startled our entire home.190Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc4AavQ07UE
Those horrific memories are seared into my mind. The anguished cries from outside as shadows moved among the buildings under the moonlight. Then the pounding at our door as those things tried to break in. I can still see my brother struggling as two of them sank their teeth into his wrists, jerking their heads back and forth. And my mother screaming as one lunged at her, claws outstretched. But what stands out most is my father's desperate fight to defend us, swinging an axe with all his strength to separate my family from the monsters.190Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeHR7GjIP4i
190Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj0e3VKtWaP
Penana
search
Loginarrow_drop_down
Registerarrow_drop_down
