In a small house isolated in the deep forests of Durbia, Kentucky, Brad and his sister Doris Masterson waited patiently for their parents to come home from work. Their babysitter left about 15 minutes ago when Brad’s parents said she could, so the two adolescents sat alone in the living room, a touch of anxiety starting to creep upon them. They were always a bit anxious living in the woods in Kentucky, but were usually comforted by some type of authority figure that was always around.

            About an hour later, the two became much more nervous as their parents had still not contacted them. However, it was raining heavily outside, so they began to assume that their parents were just running a little late from their 2 hour drive to the nearest city. They declared their scared feelings superfluous and went to their rooms to get a good night sleep, hopeful to awake the next day with the sight of their parents’ smiling faces.

            Brad jolted awake from his dream of rainbows and unicorns to his sister slamming his door shut and locking it.

            “Doris! What on earth are you doing?” Brad exclaimed as he sat up half awake in his bed.

            “I looked out the window in my room Brad,” Doris muttered, “and a strange car was pulling up to our driveway. I’m scared Brad…” The Mastersons hadn’t had a visitor since they moved to the house 10 years ago. They hadn’t even received a letter in the mail, so they were virtually non-existent to the regular world.

            “It’s probably just stranger that got lost in the woods Doris, there’s no need to be scared.” Brad didn’t seem phased by the stranger at first, but then he thought of his parents. The combination of the odd occurrence of the car and the disappearance of his parents made Brad second-guess himself.

            “Ok this does seem a little weird now Doris. Let’s stay in my room until the man leaves or we hear our parents’ voices,” Brad declared.

            After about 10 minutes of sitting in silence, they heard the front door creep open. Doris wanted to call out to see if it was their parents but Brad stopped her, saying it wasn’t a good idea. The footsteps were slow and heavy, and now moved up the steps leading to the floor that Brad’s bedroom was on.           

“Creeeeek, creeeeek, “ the floorboards outside of Brad’s bedroom sounded as him Doris hid frightened under Brad’s bed.

            “Br-brad, who’s wa-walking around out there?” Doris whispered nervously as the two children laid staring at the door. Her usually ardent voice now sounded nervous and dull.

            “Sssshhhhh,” Brad whispered as he put his finger to his lips.

            The footsteps came closer and closer to his room and they heard the doorknob shake. They could practically hear each other’s hearts thumping as they tried desperately to stay silent.

            The door instantly whipped open and a shadowy figure appeared in the doorway. All they could see as the figure moved slowly towards them was a pair of boots that appeared to be covered in blood. Doris could no longer hold her silence and let out a cry of hope and desperation.

            “Doris No! Stop!!!” Brad cried.

            The last thing Brad and Doris saw was a bloody, scarred head sitting on a body with two other heads… the heads of the their missing parents.