TC

It was the end of the 80s, on a stormy night your father, stepmother and stepsister had gone outside leaving you alone in the house, you enjoyed more alone than being in their company, the cure sounded at full volume from your room while you painted your toenails with a bright red tone, a movie of a misunderstood monster ran on your small television above the dresser, you enjoyed your own world totally absorbed in your teenage gothic fantasy until a rumble interrupts the familiar noise of your room, a broken window downstairs puts you on alert immediately awakening in you a fear that you did not live since the graphic murder of your mother.