The fear of living by myself lingered on and continually got worse, but that one night I will never forget. As I went to rest my eyes I glanced over to the dark side of my street, where Johnny lives were I was to saw my parents in the window hanging. Blood and guts was all I saw hanging out of their opened stomachs. The feeling, it was almost as though I could still hear their screams, like I could smell the blood. I assumed before Johnny killed my parents he wanted to torture them. I somehow went to sleep with those pictures playing in my head over and over again. The night was filled with terror. His face, my parent’s blood and his name written in blood across the kitchen.