Her eyes focused on her bloodied hands. She looked down with horror in her eyes at the knife on the floor beside them. She took a few hesitant steps towards her son, who stumbled away. Her mouth whispered “Son…” before being cut off abruptly by a thudding sound. Johnny looked down at the folded figure of his mother and her sightless eyes and wondered if he’d finally finished her this time. The monster would never hurt them again, he thought, as he crept into bed and went to sleep beside his sister, whose mouth was open in a soundless scream.