I remember I was running around our yard being chased by my dad, he had brown hair like me but he had grey eyes, he had a strong build and was wearing a dark green t-shirt, cargo shorts, and blue flip flops. I remember my mother was watching us play she was wearing a yellow sun dress and green flip flops, her golden hair in a low pony tail and sunglasses covering her green eyes. when I was tired and my parents were tired we all went inside for ice cream and cookies. but when we were inside, eating cookies, I heard a knock at the door.
My dad went to answer the door leaving me and my mom in the kitchen.

I heard the door open then almost immediately I heard the door slam.

I remember my dad running in the room with this look of fear. my mother looked at him, I heard banging on the door, I remember my dad telling my mom to grab me and get out of the house. before I could ask my mother what was going on my mother grabbed me and ran for the back door but it must have been stuck because my mother ran up the stairs with me. as we were going up the stairs I heard the sound of wood being broken and a couple seconds later, my dads scream. my mother was crying but I didn't understand why, she must have been scared, I was.

When we were in the hallway on the second floor my mother opened a secret door in the wall and placed me inside. the door didn't closed so I peeked threw the crack.

My mother ran to the end of the hallway, but what I was really looking at was the man coming up the stairs.

He was tall, with red cracked skin all over like lava, with red eyes and Rams horns. he wore a black tuxedo suit that surprisingly didn't have a scratch on it, and black wing tip shoes

He walked slowly toward my mother and when he spoke, me and my mother both winced, his voice sounded like two people talking at the same , one of the voices was rich and handsome and the other was like a monsters, deep and gravely, like sandpaper.

"Give me me the boy" my mother shook her head.

"Never!!" My mother yelled, The man stepped further.

"We're is the boy, hand him over or die!!" The man roared.

"Y-You'll never get him, I've sent him off, he's probably deep in the woods by now!!" My mother said proudly. but unfortunately the man or thing didn't like that, because he roared.

I watched as he took his crack and blistered hand and grabbed my mother on the face.

I will never forget her scream, nor the sight of her body falling to the ground, or the sight of her blistered burned face with those cold, lifeless eyes.

Then with a final decision I shut the door completely, I didn't want to see anymore of that burning image in my head.

Tears rolled down my face, and I think, it was then when I realized what my mother was crying about.

~

I was driving my police car, at the end of July I think, when I got the call on my radio,the voice was urgent. It said "come in all units we have a 519, I repeat, a 519!!" I knew that meant a dead body, which shocked me, our town was such a peacful place and it was rare for people to die and the get the police involved in the town so I rushed right over.

When I got there, there was already a bunch of police there. The house was nice, a family home, it was hard to believe that a killing had happened here.

When I parked and got out of the car, I ran up to one of the police. "what happened, who died?" I said and the police officer shook his head.

"It was a couple, it's already been confirmed a murder, that's obvious, but, there was a boy, there son who this lady found in some sort of secretly door in the wall."the officer said, but I shrugged.

"What's not so weird, they might have kept there savings there" I said but the officer shook his head as we walked over to the body bags.

He opened the bag and I gasped at the face, is was a mans frames, his face was blistered and half melted so I could only slightly recognize him as mr. Cooper who owned a book store and had the wife who ran the psychic readings place. "Whoa!!" I said and the officer nodded.

"His wife's injured are exactly the same. It's all weird, you should have heard what the kid told us, something about a man with red skin and Rams horns and a suit, it's all just crazy baloney if you ask me, it's probably just a four year old imagination but still..." He scratched the back of his neck.

Suddenly I heard a deep voice behind us "it's not baloney, not just the kids imagination" and me and the other officer whipped around to see a tall black man (sorry if your sensitive and take that the wrong way, just had to say it, someone's probably going to take offense, just describing the mans skin color, sorry) in a suit and black sunglasses.

He showed us an FBI badge as he said "hello, my name is officer Jonas, FBI agent, I'm here to investigate this murder" he said plainly, for some reason this guy angered me.

"FBI? Why is the FBI getting involved, and what do you mean it's not the kids imagination!" I said, I expected the guys to get mad but he didn't react he just said,

"No sir, I'm a afraid the kid is not lying and I am only here for the boy, he is to be put in foster care, you hear, no adoption, he needs to stay moving, we need to keep him away from that thing that killed his parents, who knows why it was here"

I shook my head "what did kill these people?" I asked skeptically but the man only shook his head.

"You really don't want to know, let me just tell you it wasn't human, that's for sure." he nodded to us one last time "now if you excuse me I must go talk to the boy" and with that, he headed of towards the young child.

"We should get back to work" the other officer said and I nodded, but only slowly pulling my eyes away from the boy.