[ RF ] [ TT ] [ CW ] Scare me in three paragraphs .

She hid in the closet, afraid to breath, to move, to even think lest he hear her. Had it been a day, an hour, or just a minute since he'd arrived bent on slaughter and destruction? She could hear him now, smashing mother's porcelain figurines, dashing the old Dresden clock on the mantle, gutting Peoni the calico kitten. Her kitten she received just this afternoon for Christmas. She'd never had a cat before and it took so very long for father to acquiesce and yet... she'd never get to know little Peoni. 
 
 She stifled a sob and waited in hopes that the din of destruction would wane, but it did not. Its sudden but constant cacophony tore at her mind like the knife he employed. *Rip*, *shred*, *gouge*, and *die! * were words he muttered to accompany his evil antics. Mother's screams were done, and father never got the chance to do even that. Little Greta in her high chair still screamed unattended by mother or murderer alike. 
 
 Molly wished it would end, but wishing is what got her into trouble in the first place. She remembered the wish and wished in turn to take it back, all back, but here it was, the result. Her wish became reality and now she could do nothing but hide from it and hope that it would go away.
