A blood curdling shriek fills the air. It scares the crap out of me.

"Mom?" I ask. My mom walks into the living room.

"Yes dear?" she says.

"Where did that come from?" I ask.

"What?" she lies. My mom I a horrible liar.

"Nothing," I lie back. I'm quite good at it.

Later that night I sneak to the basement when I think everyone is asleep. Scrape! Scrape! Scrape! I stop in my tracks, heart thudding. I open the basement door slowly, checking it's not locked. I creep downstairs flashlight in hand scanning around.

There's a deeply etched circle in the middle. 10 sections divided evenly, each with a sleeping person in it. At the head of each section is a name. From Aries to Capricorn. Weapons line the walls, and blood stained the floor. My flashlight flickered, so I turn around and bolt up the stairs into my room and onto my bed.

I lied there for a second waiting for my heart to slow down.

Who are those people?