Sylvia's POV:

The whole trip way back to my home, I cant shrug this grisly feeling off of me. You know how a person usually have a similar feeling to mine right now, and the next thing, they already discovered something terrible? I know I'm gonna face something similar to that later on. But do I really need to care? No, I ain't. I know something may scream danger up ahead, but I'm already used to it.

"Are you ok?" I heard Jack asked beside me as he drives intently.

"It's alright. I'm fine." I assured him.

Another minute had passed by and we've finally reached my house. The police and paramedics aren't there anymore.

I opened the large gate and went inside the tree-covered area. As we walk, we spotted the house. My suspicion grew larger just as I noticed that all the lights inside were out. Not your typical haunted house, I thought with sarcasm.

"Sylvia." I heard Jack's voice behind me.

"What?" I answered, my gaze still focused to the house up ahead.

"I'm gonna go with you. This place gives me the creeps." He said, catching up on me.

I just give a nod as an answer. We continued walking on the dirt path until we've finally reached the front door.

With hesitation, I opened the door open, and I was greeted with total darkness. A gush of wind suddenly flew in front of my face in a gentle, yet unsettling way. I tried the light switches, but nothing happened.

"What's up with all these lights out?" I asked with a hint of irritation in my voice.

"Probably Diana's gonna kill you in the dark." Jack stated jokingly.

"Oh shut up." I replied back sarcastically before letting out a soft chuckle.

I tried calling out to my mom and dad, hoping to recieve an answer. Unfortunately, there was none. I tried  calling out for them again for a couple of times, but still it is only pure silence that answered me back repeatedly.

"I'm gonna go in." Jack volunteered. "I'll check up on them just for you Sylvia. I'll be back in 5 minutes." He said, turning his phone's flashlight on before going inside.

I just sat by the doorstep then, waiting for Jack's return.
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It's been already 10 minutes and still, Jack hasn't returned. I can't take another minute to wait, so I stepped inside the dark house as my only option left.

As soon as I step foot inside, a dreadful feeling washed over me. The grinding sensation inside my stomach worsened. It's like I can feel the essence of death nearby.

I closed the door behind me before turning my Phone's flashlight on. Nothing strange about the living room when I first checked in there. I went inside the kitchen. I froze to my spot, my heart tightened as I was greeted with a couple of broken glass scattered around the shiny floor.

"The hell?" I muttered in bafflement.

I know this house wasn't robbed before, and I know this place is located in the outskirts of Diamond field. So why is there broken glasses on the floor? Mom and Dad wouldn't just drop something fragile that randomly.

I got a bad feeling about this, I thought.

I went out of the kitchen and proceed to go upstairs.

I was about to take a step for the carpeted stairs when-

*Step step step...*

I heard tiny footsteps from the top.

I gulped. It's not like I have a choice to turn back now, is it? What's the use anyway? I'm going.

As I take careful steps, my chest stiffened like a stone. I started quivering from my arms. Even I myself must admit that I'm getting scared at this point. But I have to do this. After all, I'd been facing death's child for quite a long time. At least I know what I have to do once I face her again.

"Oh god."

I felt that my feet was covered with a block of ice. I can feel the shiver on my arms as I stare at the bloody hallway in front of me. The strong stench of blood began to make its way into my nostrils. It's like I'm gonna throw up at any minute. I could feel the bile from my stomach rising up. The walls are splattered. I can see a mutilated corpse of a cat in the middle of the floor. Its stomach was been ripped open, the intestine lay strewn across the floor . Its head was violently crushed, showing chunks of mashed gray matter.

"D*mmit." I muttered in devastation.

First thing I did is to go inside my parents' bedroom. I went inside, curious why the door wasn't locked. Surprisingly, the room is left intact. What I'm worried about is my parents. Where did they go?

My eyes continued scanning the room. Nothing out of the ordinary until I saw something different from the ceiling. There's a part of the ceiling that is different among the rest. The white texture of that part is somewhat different. It looks a bit more rough than the rest.

I reached out for it, curiosity keeps screaming inside my mind. The moment I learned that the strange part of the ceiling can be pushed, a ladder slid down. A trapdoor, I thought.

How come Mom and Dad didn't tell me about this? But wait. Is this what Dad is trying to hide me from? I remembered the day when it was my first day of school in Crystal Wake. He was trying to prevent me from entering the master's bedroom that morning.

I mustered up the courage to go up the attic. I climbed up the ladder, peeking my head inside the dark attic. It's a bit dusty in here, but I didn't mind. I pulled myself in and searched around the dusty attic. There's nothing much in here, until I saw two boxes that caught the attention of my eyes completely. I picked the boxes up and opened one of them. I was shocked and disturbed to see the contents of the 1st box.

There's the cream-colored Spaghetti strapped dress that the killer usually wears. And I found her porcelain mask too! I also found a jet-black wig inside.

This is messed up. So the killer knows about this attic?

I dug for more, and I found a couple of photographs in here. I took a look from the 1st photo. This was taken in Mom and Dad's wedding. But why does Dad looks a bit shorter here? Actually, Mom's height reaches from Dad's shoulder. But in here, it's like they are ALMOST in the same height.

I look on to the next 3 photos. These 3 aren't normal ones. It's strange. It left me unnerved.

The 1st one shows Mom and with another woman, probably in the same age as her.

The 2nd one was taken from outside a random house. From the window, I can see dad making out with the woman from the 1st photo. I felt a pain in my heart, like swarms of daggers taking each turn in stabbing me. How can dad do this to me? To mom? To his family? He never told us anything about this.

The 3rd one is what makes me confuse about. The 3rd photo shows 2 very identical men. Both of them wore the same formal outfit. Only this time, the one in the left side wears a pair of glasses. The man on the right side is a bit taller than the one in the left.

My hands started to shake violently. There is this one question that started to ponder inside my mind:

Dad has a twin brother?

I shake my head before proceeding to pick the 2nd box. This one has a name on it.

"Paul." I read.

Paul? I know this is Dad's name. I wonder what is inside the box?

I didn't waste time to open the cardboard container. I pulled the lid off, and I almost dropped the box when I saw what is inside of it.

The box contains the remaining ashes of a human.

Something tells me that the ashes doesn't belong to Dad. I smell something off, I thought.

I have to tell this to Jarred. He has to know!

I dropped down from the attic and proceed to sprint out of the room.

As I opened the bedroom door, something hit me hard in the head, knocking me out completely. Before I lost consciousness, I heard an evil giggle of a child.

No...

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"S-Sylvia."

I heard a faint voice calling out to my name.

"Sylvia wake up."

I gained consciousness. I opened my eyes gently, and I was horrified at what I am witnessing right now.

In front of me are Sheena, Jack, Mom and Dad. All of them are tied up on separate chairs. They were hurt badly. Each of them are suffering from wounds and gashes.

I just realized that we are in the living room. The darkness of the room is partially removed by the shine of an oil lamp on a table beside me.

"Well. You're finally awake big sister!"

N-no. That voice is familiar.

A spine-tingling sensation dwells within me. I turned around, and there I saw the twins coming out of the dark shadows.

The 1st thing I noticed is Holly and her purple bracelet. She is holding a long meat hook in one hand.

That hook... that hook that scarred my life.

"H-Holly?" I muttered with pain within my tone. Why her?

"Oh!" Holly exclaimed. "My bad. I almost forgot." She said before facing her twin.

Both of them removed their bracelets. They switched bracelets,the pink one going to Holly.

What are they doing?!

"I'm not Holly... She is."

My heart sank, the realization hitting me hard inside the head: Holly isn't the one who took the pink bracelet. Molly does. She is the real killer.

"Molly. Why?" I muttered in devastation.

"I just want to arrange a good reunion for all of us." She said with a mock before snickering.

"You evil b*tch." I suddenly heard Sheena mumbled from beside.

Molly gave her a sharp look, like a shape of a dagger ready to stab flesh. She marched with a huff, seizing Sheena by the hair. The latter yelped in pain, probably a handful strands of hair were pulled off. Mom starts to cry. This isn't the Molly I usually know. She's different; totally different from what she used to be.

"M-Molly sweetie." Mom muttered in a quivering voice. "Please put that hook down. You're not like this."

"The hell I care if I'm different?!" Molly raged, her face fuming with boiling malevolence. "I'm no good girl Mommy. And I'll never be."

"Molly. Why are you doing this?!" Not able to keep my mouth shut, I burst. "Just tell me! Tell it to me please!"

I can't help myself but to shed a few tears. Stacks of questions piled up inside my mind: why is she like this? What have we done to her? What has got into her?

So many questions, but little to no answers came up. But all I know is that, I am facing a monster that I considered as my "blood-related sister."

"You really want to know Sylvia?!" Molly asked, her voice screams rage as her eyes prickly as a barbed wire stares directly into mine. "Fine then! Let me tell you all how our good father over there made our lives a living hell!" She growled as she points a finger to dad.

I look over to dad. He's looking back at me. I can read his eyes. It's full of regret and guilt.

"You want to know the truth, right Sylvia?!" Molly asked once again, showing a journal within her free hand. "THEN READ THIS THING UNTIL ITS F*CKING END!"

I was taken aback. I can't imagine further of how Molly looks psychotic. I felt like I wasn't facing Molly anymore. She's far different from what she used to be.

In fury, Molly threw a black journal in front of me, landing right in front of my knees. I turn my gaze to her. I can clearly read her expression. I can't be wrong. It is full of pain, anger, and grief. It's a combination of those three.

"N-no." Dad suddenly muttered. No!" He uttered again, his voice rising higher than before. "Where did you get that?!" Dad asked frantically.

"At the attic. The place where you hid all of your dirty little secrets!" Molly spat, her gaze towards dad has a strong hint of rage within it.

I slowly took the journal with my hands ,my gaze staring on the plain black cover.

"No! Sylvia! Don't read it! Please!"

I heard Dad's pleas, but I ignored it. My attention is completely glued upon the journal. I opened the 1st page. There attached on the page is a picture of Dad and the man I saw in the other photo from the attic a while ago.

I read the journal. And I never knew that I will be uncovering a dark secret.

A secret that may ruin my life forever.

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May 18 1985:

It's really good news for me when Paul told me that he is engaged to someone now.

And also, it is our 25th birthday today!

It's really a good news for me. My best bro' is becoming a man now!

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May 25 1985:

We all had a great family dinner. I finally get to meet My Brother's fiance. She is a beautiful woman at her finest. She's kind and gentle too.

From the looks of it, she is really confused between me and Paul since we look exactly the same. Similar voices, similar looks- I know she'll get used to it one day.

I learned that her name is Gretchen Riley. I must say. Paul is really a lucky guy.

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May 28 1985:

Gretchen introduced her best friend to me and Paul. Her name is Eliza Harper. I think she is interested in me, maybe because how she looks at me. I'm not really interested to her.

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June 5 1985:

I don't know why, but I always have this tingling feeling in me whenever I see or talk to Gretchen. It's been a week since my last entry. 

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June 18 1985:

Please Paulo. Get a hold of yourself! You are just friends with Gretchen. Yes! Just friends! Nothing can go further than that. Right?! Right?!

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June 28 1985:

I still have this strange feeling until now. It's just a good thing that I can hold it back. Paulo. You're a good man. You'll be fine... Everything's just fine...

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August 6 1985:

Eliza is bugging me these past few weeks. But I always tell her the same thing; that I am not interested in her. Why is she so stubborn? It's not like she'll ever receive the same feelings from me if she tries too hard to make me fall for her. it's just that, I really don't have an inch of interest in her. We're just friends, and that's that.

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February 23 1987:

It's been 2 years since I wrote on this journal again. I can't deny it. I'm falling for Gretchen! Everyday, she wouldn't get out of my head. Every night, she would come to my dreams. I can feel her warm loving arms wrapped around me.

No Paulo! You are just friends with her. Yes! Just friends. A future sister-in-law indeed. You wouldn't dare turn into a traitor to your brother, right? You love Paul. You will not be a traitor to him. Never you will turn your back against him. Never...

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August 8 1987:

Today is the day of My Brother's wedding with Gretchen.

I don't know why, but I just suddenly felt a raging sensation from my heart as I watch the two share a kiss on the altar while I sat there along the rest of the guests, applauding and giving praise for the two newlyweds.

Shake it off of your head Paulo. You're acting weird again.

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March 16 1989:

Another 2 years had passed since I wrote on this journal again. Why do I act like this?

Every time I think about Gretchen's angelic face, I just can't get enough. There are times that I would follow her at work without her noticing. And sometimes I would take pictures of her when she's asleep, especially at night.

What is happening to me?

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April 10 1989:

I can't deny to myself anymore. I'm madly in love with Gretchen. I know it's wrong, but I don't care.

I really want to feel her in my arms. I want to hold her. Kiss her. And make her feel what love really is!

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April 27 1989:

I can't help but to feel a boiling anger to Paul. Every time I'm with them, I always get this burning jealousy towards him every time he hugs, kiss, and comforts Gretchen. I know it's wrong, but no one can stop me from my emotions. It's my own emotions, not theirs. No one will stop of what I felt.

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September 12 1989:

Eliza won't leave me alone. She's really stubborn! I just simply told her that I'm in love with someone else. She cried, but I care less about it. She's not a priority in my list.

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February 5 1992:

I felt broken and hopeless. I learned from Paul that He and Gretchen had their first baby boy. They named him Tyler.

I just faked my happiness in front of them as I watch the two caressing and loving the newborn infant on the white, hospital bed.

To ease the pain I felt, I went to a local bar that night to get myself drunk. Eliza was also there, offering a friendly toast with me.

Maybe I can forget that this day ever happened. Yes... I can forget it.

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February 6 1992:

I woke up to a different house that time. I felt confused, having little to no idea of where I am.

Confusion within my mind grew bigger once I realized that I have no clothes on.

That's when I noticed Eliza sleeping peacefully beside me. Just like me, she had no clothes on.

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February 15 1992:

I feel disgusted when Eliza showed up to my house. She said that she is pregnant.

She also told me that I am the father of the Child.

I felt disgusted. Tricked. Used... I angrily told her that I am not the father of her child. I'm just glad that I was able to banish her out of my house.

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February 20 1993:

It's been a year since the last time I saw Eliza. She returned to my house one day, carrying a baby.

She told me that I should help her take care of little Sheena.

I felt my vision getting dark. And in just a blink of the eye, I am now standing over the bloodied body of Eliza.

I let go of the bloody knife I was holding.

I crouched down beside her and cradled her in my arms.

What have I done? I didn't mean to!

I was scared to let anyone know this. So that night, I  concealed my face with a mask before burying her in my backyard.

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February 22 1993:

I finally found the perfect home for baby Sheena to grow up with. I think the name of this residence is "Avinson."

I placed the basket Sheena was placed in at the doorstep. I gave her one final kiss on the forehead before leaving.

Baby Sheena. I hope your new family will take really good care of you. Daddy loves you.

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February 27 1993

I was all alone cleaning my little home until I stumbled upon a spaghetti-strapped dress. It was for Sheena once she grows up. But then I remembered; she's far away from me now...

January 18 1995:

Me and Paul are just driving by a highway when we saw a commotion not far from where we are.

There's a crashed car from some couple.

We called for help from 911. They say that help will be on the way in 10 minutes.

The mother... The mother is barely alive. She was bleeding everywhere. Her husband died already due to blood loss.

She's struggling to talk to us. She told Paul to take care of her Baby girl. The woman died shortly after she gave the baby to Paul.

She said that the baby's name is Sylvia.

I felt this burning jealousy again. I should be the one who has to take care of Sylvia, not him!

Sylvia reminded me a lot from Sheena. So I should be the one to take care of her!

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October 4 1999:

I don't think I may be able to hold back this hatred anymore.

I learned that Paul and Gretchen had twins. 2 identical girls named Molly and Holly.

I can't take this anymore! Paul is getting too much! Gretchen should be mine! MINE ONLY!

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December 7 1999:

Paul came to my house with a disapointed expression one night.

He showed me a picture of me and Eliza in front of my house. Sheena is also present from this photo.

I guess he found out about my secret.

I can't let him tell the others about what I've done, especially Gretchen!

I picked up a long meat hook hidden from one of the kitchen cabinets and murdered Paul with it.

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December 8 1999:

What have I done?! I killed my own brother! I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!

I wore my porcelain mask again and brought his dead body to a nearby woods. This is where I started burning him. I kept his ashes inside a box. They must never know about what happened, especially Gretchen.

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December 10 1999:

I took Paul's glasses and wore it. I went to Gretchen's house and faked my tears.

I told her that my brother "Paulo" has died due to heart disease.

I think the trick worked. I never knew Gretchen would be that naive.

Now I can be with Gretchen and her Children now... forever.

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January 9 2000:

I bought my sweet Gretchen a jet-black wig as a humourous gift for april 1st. She absolutely enjoyed it.

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September 2 2002:

I let Tyler and Sylvia study at Gavinfield university.

I didn't knew at first that Sylvia would be close friends with my own daughter, Sheena, there in the university.

It is indeed a coincidence. I smiled, seeing the image of Sheena all grown up

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December 25 2002:

I moved my family to a new home in a beautiful city. She, Tyler and Sylvia questioned me about it. I just simply told them that it is part of my Christmas gift for them, since it's already December 25th.

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March 14 2003:

Me and Gretchen cuddled each other. I never knew she would be this close to me. I wanna let it stay like that. She's mine. Mine only.

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November 24 2005:

I have finally hid all of the things that may remind me of the past, including this journal. I guess this will be my last entry now. I just hope all of these will never be found.

This time, I will need to forget all the things I've done from the past.

I am Paul Savana. And I will have to forget my past... forever.

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I can't believe it. All my life, Dad had lied to me? To us?

With teary eyes, I looked up to him, shaking my head slowly from left to right.

"N-no. This can't be." I muttered, more crystal tears threatening to fall off of my eyes.

"See Sylvia?" Molly uttered. "He is the reason why I am like this now! He lied to us! He's been hiding the truth ever since! And I only found out all of this back in 2008! Dad isn't really the kindhearted man we know. You hear that Sheena?! YOUR FATHER IS A DEMON!"

I can't handle this. It's too painful to bear. All this time, Dad is being a monster behind our back, especially to mom.

Sheena... I didn't know that she is my cousin all along. The photo all makes sense now.

But the thing that hurts me the most? It's the fact that I am adopted. All my life, dad hid this to me. Just why?

He even stole his brother's identity. At this moment, I'm thinking that dad's brother is my father all along and not dad himself. After learning all of his secrets, I asked myself: Should I even consider daddy as my father anymore?

"See Paulo?!" Molly growled "Karma gets the better of you. You lied to Mommy! You lied to Sheena! You lied to all of us!" She stated with pure bitterness. For once, I saw the glimpse of Molly's angelic face as soon as she started shedding tears. But that soon faded as her expression reverts back into its raging one. "You only used your brother to get what you want! You don't love him. YOU ARE ONLY TAKING HIM AS AN ADVANTAGE!" Molly yelled with pure pain and grief.

"I'm sorry!" Dad— Paulo perhaps, bursted out within tears. "I didn't mean all of this to happen! Please Gretchen. Forgive me!"

"No!" Mom hollered in tears. "How could you do this?! You disgust me!"

"Dad. You could've told us sooner. Why did you have to kill Eliza? Why did you have to kill your own brother? Why?!" I asked continuously.

"I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" That was his only reply as he continues howling grief.

"For christ sake! Dad what's got into you?! You came this far to kill your own brother jus to have us?! Y-You're--- UGH!"

I wasn't able to give the word to dad. I felt betrayed... tricked... deceived...

"Enough with this!" Molly intervened. "Holly! Do what you need to do with Dad, right now!" Molly aggressively commands her twin.

"N-no Holly. Please don't do this! You know it's not right!" I tried to convince her, but to no avail.

"You shut up!" Molly growled, causing me to flinch a little. "Holly. We're best buds right? So do what I am asking you to!" She commanded.

I tried to get up so I can prevent Holly's forced attempt to kill dad, but Molly quickly readied her meat hook at me, making me freeze to my spot.

"Try to move Sylvy, and you're gonna suffer more. Now watch!" She whispered beside me.

Holly slowly readied the knife she is holding. She took a sad glance at dad as tears started to fall out of her eyes.

"H-Holly. Please. Don't do this. Snap out of it. Don't listen to your sister!" Dad tearfully tried to convince Holly.

"I-I'm sorry Dad. I  love you!" She cried out before slitting both Dad's wrists.

Daddy let out an ear-piercing scream. Blood started to quickly ooze from the deep cut as he violently wriggles from his seat. I just closed my eyes tight, not able to bear the horrific scene in front of me.

"PLEASE HOLLY! STOP THAT! YOU'RE HURTING HIM!" Sheena cried out, watching with horrified eyes.

"Don't listen to her Holly! Make your best buddy proud of you!" Molly said otherwise, shooting back a glare to Sheena.

"Molly! Why are you doing this? Why did you have to blame and kill the others?" Jack chimed in and started questioning Molly, his eyes are full of determination.

"To show Paulo what he had done!" Molly replied with a mock.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?! YOU'RE COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND!" Sheena spat in total disbelief.

"Oh I'm not crazy nor insane." Molly stated. "I'm just teaching your father a valuable lesson, Sheena." Molly added sternly.

Holly started cutting one of Dad's ears. I just closed my eyes and looked away as I hear his screams of agony.

Holly successfully carved Dad's left ear off, blood keeps gushing out of the side of his head as he continues wailing.

"Good job!" Molly complimented, clapping her hands slowly. "Show me more Holly! Make your best buddy proud!" She then urged Holly.

I shake my head repeatedly, disbelief and terror arises before me as I helplessly watch the horrific scene.

"Please Holly. Stop. I'm begging you." Mom tearfully begged.

In return, Holly just looked at Mommy with a sorry look in return. Paulo is getting weak. He's already looking pale due to the amount of blood he had lost.

"M-my sweet angel..." he muttered in a weak tone. "F-forgive me..."

Holly tried to prevent herself from crying as she deeply plunged the knife on Dad's throat. A small splatter of blood crashed to Holly's face, covering a bit of her cheeks in the process.

"AAAHH!"

At this point, Mom and Sheena were already screaming their lungs out. Even I myself could not contain a terrified scream from coming out of my mouth.

This is it. He's gone now.

"Now. Since Paulo is already dead and is now rotting in hell, let us join with him. And the first one to go is Sylvia." Molly announced, facing towards me with an evil grin stuck onto her face.

I secretly searched around for anything to use. That's when I saw the oil lamp beside me.

I let out a smirk, facing myself to Molly. "We're already in hell now Molly. Don't you noticed it?" I stated.

"Hah! Then where is it Sylvy?"She scoffed.

"Right here."

In a quick motion, I kicked Molly away. Without thinking further, I grabbed the oil lamp and send it smashing down onto the brown floor. In just a snap of a finger, the scorching flame started rising between me and Molly.

I took the chance to untie the others from the chair.

"AAARGH!" I heard Molly growled. "ALL OF YOU WON'T GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE ALIVE!"

"Holly come on!" I exclaimed as I grabbed Holly from the hand in a rush as we ran out of the living room.

We charged towards the front door, flying it open.

"Jack, Sheena. Go and call help from the police station with mom! Bring Holly with you!" I instructed them as I ushered all of them to go outside.

"But what about you?!" Sheena asked in worriment.

"I'll be fine. I have to finish this with Molly!" I replied.

"Are you going nuts?! The house is starting to burn down! Come with us!" Jack urged while pulling me by the arm.

I removed his hand from my arm before speaking. "It's better for you guys to be at the station." I said. "This is a fight between me and her. Now go!"

"Wait!"

Before I could enter back inside, Holly came rushing towardso me and gave me a tight hug.

"Please don't die." she whispered.

I crouched down, reaching her level.

"Holly." I muttered while gently holding both of her hands. "You have to be brave ok? be like a superhero for me." I squeezed her hand a bit, a tear sliding out of my right ear. "Now go with Mommy, Sheena and Jack. Go and call the police. I will be fine." I assured my little sister.

I then stood up to my feet. I placed my gaze to Sheena and Jack. "Guys." I uttered. "I'm not gonna guarantee that I may get out of this burning house alive." I saw their depressed glances, but I didn't care. I then switched my gaze to my mom. "Just promise me guys that you'll take care of mom and Holly once I am gone."

Mom wouldn't stop crying after I said the last sentence. I didn't care. No more tears for me. I'm gonna finish this once and for all.

I bide my farewells to them. They started running off as I watch them. I then closed the door behind me and prepared myself.

This time, it all ends here.

"Come and fight me Molly!"