Jenny quietly hid in the corner of her bedroom closest, crouched in the fetal position. She could still hear the screams of terror from her family, just moments ago. Slowly she crept towards the closest door and peaked out the shades of it. She could see the alarm clock on her nightstand. The red, bold numbers stood out like brightly lit flares. 'Two a.m. on August 5th of '09. She would never forget this day; the day she lost everything. The gray cordless phone was resting in its cradle next to it. It glowed as though the heavens had sent it down from above. All she had to do was make it to the phone and call the police. That was it. 'You can do it!'� She told herself as she tried to regain control. 'Just open the door and grab the phone, that's it.'� It wasn't a hard task, the telephone was only feet away; but as she listened to the sounds throughout the house, she couldn't seem to find the courage. Reaching upwards, Jenny grabbed the slender, brass handle and twists it. The door squeaks as it glides open. She cautiously pokes her head out of the closet. 'The coast is clear.'� She thought. 'Now go get the phone, fast!'� Jenny sprints across the room and grabs the phone with her right hand. She ducks beside the night side and looks all around the room. She spots no one. Her fingers tremble as she pushes the buttons, dialing 9-1-1. Ringggggggg'�'�'�'�.ringggggggggggg'�.. 'Come on!'� she thought. 'Please pick up the phone!'� Ringggggggggggggggggg'�'�'�Hello, This is 9-1-1 dispatch center. What's your emergency?'� Jenny hysterically sobs into the phone. 'Please help me! My family is dead! Someone's trying to kill me! They broke into our house!'� The 9-1-1 operator answers back, 'Calm down ma'am. I will send an officer right away. What is your address?'� Jenny couldn't think. She had lived there all her life but at that moment she was having a hard time recalling it. 'M-myyyy Address?'� she stammered. 'It's 35 West Crescent rd.'� Jenny listens as the operator dispatches the call over the radio. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor. Her eyes burned from the salt produce by her tears. Her thoughts wandered to her parents and her ten year old brother. Early that night the four of them had just gotten back from camping. They were suppose to be gone until Sunday but their trip got cancelled due to the rain. Here it was Thursday and she had just witnessed them murdered. She awoke an hour ago when she heard a loud bang coming from her parent's room. Climbing out of bed she went into the hallway and looked around. It was pitch black. She saw a light shining underneath their bedroom door. She had crept up to it and gently knocked. 'Mama, you in there?'� she asked while waiting for a response; nothing. Jenny regrets doing what she did next. She opened the door and gasped. Her mother was lying on the floor in front of the door, drenched by a puddle of her own blood. It poured out from the tiny hole in her head. Jenny looked up towards her parent's bathroom and could see shadows reflecting off the wall. There were three of them. One was fighting back. It was her father! She listened as he shouted loudly and begged for his life. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands to muffle her cries. The struggle seemed to last forever but in all reality it was only a few minutes long. 'POP, POP!'� Loud gunshots rang through the air. She could smell the gunpowder residue burn through her nostrils. Jenny ran as fast as she could into her brother's room. Closing the door behind her she frantically searched the shadows for her brother, Kevin. His room was empty. 'Where could he be!'� she had thought. That's when she heard it. She would never forget the loud cries floating through the hallways. Jenny ran to the hallway and saw her brother slumped over the bottom of the stairs. Blood was escaping from his lower back as he tried crawling up them. She stared at him and in that final moment, he looked up. Catching her gaze, he raised one arm up towards her begging for help. 'POP!'� As the final bullet from the invaders' gun was fired, her brother's body went limp; moving no more. That's when she hid in her closest; until just a few moments ago when she called 9-1-1. 'Ma'am, ma'am. I asked you if any one else is in the house?'� the operator asked. 'Jenny shook her head as she snapped back into reality. 'No,'� she stammered. 'My family is dead. All of them.'� 'And the person who killed them, are they still there?'� the operator asked her. 'Oh-no!'� Jenny thought, she had forgotten all about them. She lowered the phone into her lap and listened. She could hear movement coming from the hallway. Loud footsteps stomped closer towards her bedroom. A man enters the room pointing a black 9mm revolver towards her. Jenny knows she should study his face in case she survives so she can give the police a description of him, but she can't seem to take her eyes off the barrel of the gun. The man then squeezes the trigger and in that final moment, Jenny embraces the blow to her chest. Her body goes limp and the phone falls from her hand. As she fades out of consciousness, she hears the faint sound of sirens in the distance.

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