The mischievous child

Alberta brought me home. Alberta was not ready to listen to a single thing I said. As soon as I entered the house, I saw a lot of blood on the ground in front of the stairs. I stopped there. That was a lot of blood. I was standing there, gazing at the ground. It seemed from the blood that some animals had been slaughtered here.

Meanwhile, Alberta’s voice rang in my ears. I then slightly lifted my head and looked at her. “Go to your room,” Alberta said. Expressionless. I gave my head a nod. I walked towards Alberta. I tighten my lips together. "What happened here?” I asked with a concerned face.

Alberta turned her face towards the kitchen and walked towards it without saying anything. I followed her into the kitchen. “I asked you something,” I said while standing in front of the kitchen counter. Alberta did not respond. She took out the cutting board from the drawer and started cutting vegetables.