2nd Story: Deep In The Forest. Chapter 0.

The imposing, golden sun was waking up, illuminating one of the many cabins built within that lush forest. The police arrived at the scene while preparing to inspect the wooden construction that had previously been the home of the bodies found inside the cabin. Inside were five bodies that reflected the massiveness of the bloody act, which occurred a few hours ago. Overnight.

—So, he came in through the backyard. —The forensic explained. —He murdered the parents and two of the sisters. Only one body was awake, as a bed was made and without blood when we arrived.

—Where would you hide if a killer was looking for you? —The officer on the right side of him asked, and despite that, his question was never answered.

―On the ground you can see that his footsteps were going in different directions, he was looking for the missing person, that is, he knew the family, he knew that a person was missing. We still have to check the kitchen, don't forget it. —He said as he approached the mentioned place.

However, he could not finish the sentence or even react, because both, forensic and officer, had to force themselves to stay in that lonely cabin, as well as continue working in that case, in which they had gotten themselves because fear was he installed within his organisms just by observing the presence of the kitchen that —used as a blank canvas— was stained up to the ceiling in different reddish tones.

And there was the missing body, the body that had more blows than its relatives, the body that had had more limbs mutilated than the others, the body that belonged to a girl who previously smiled and was now dead, beaten and raped.

The soul of that girl waited for the police to do justice, to punish the culprit of the death of her family and herself because when he had suddenly appeared in her life, he took from her what she loved most — her family—.

And then he came for her.

Note: This is the story of Isabella Turpin.