I dragged Jackson,Teresa,Cheryl,Casey,Michelle and Carla into my old home.I knew my power was fading,in needed to perform the ritual.Fast.

Casey lay in the ground;I raised my scalpel.I froze as a chair was thrown onto my back.I spun around and walked towards Carla.
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Carla ran away from Conor,ignoring the fact she stepped on Teresa's hand and Cheryl's hair.She ran up the stairs as she realised she would die tonight.The clock chimed once.

Conor pursued Carla up the stairs,onto the large,sweeping second floor.She picked up a vase and threw it at the man.He fell onto the ground.

Carla burst into tears,sobbing and crawling away from the corpse, towards the phone."Fucking help!"She screamed,hanging up on the policeman on the other end of the line.Hannibal walked towards her.

"Who are you?"Carla asked Hannibal,walking away from him gingerly."I'm Cheryl's father,"He said,stabbing her deep into the gut.She ran away,supporting herself with the wall as she ran towards the large front door.

Hannibal growled and swung in the chandelier,leaping at Carla. She barely dodged out of the way as he fell onto the ground,his neck horribly snapped.The chandelier crashed onto the floor,atop the corpse.

Conor stood up,his body unnaturally walking towards Michelle. Carla ran towards him and picked up a vase.

SMASH!!!!

Conor toppled over,probably not dead.Carla stabbed him deep into the neck and twisted his head until it snapped off.She let go of the head and walked over to Michelle,Jackson and Casey,waking them up.