I was coming home from my violin lesson, when a feeling that there was something very wrong hit me.

As I arrived in our house, I saw footprints leading to the backyard. I followed them, holding my breath. Then I saw the most horrifying scene of my life.

I woke up in our living room. It seemed like someone had carried me there, but there was no one in the house except me. An old book on birds on the living room table caught my attention.

I opened it and was astonished to find a message from my little brother: “They’re going to kill me. Go the The Place and don’t tell anyone.”