Inside the hallway the chessboard floor tiles seemed untouched, indeed every painting on the walls – harmless landscapes and pet portraits - remained perfectly positioned. The sitting room gave little away – its furniture, though old-fashioned, was still orderly and well-matched.
The pile of limbs and other body parts in the kitchen, therefore, was a shock. A tangle of flesh and fibre, it was hard to tell how many had been butchered though - it was clear that none had survived. A hand here, a foot there, the corpses hugged each other in a petrified embrace. Legs were broken and bent back into unnatural angles, noses smashed, clothes torn and ripped, several were naked. Pots and pans lay scattered in a violet trail of rage through to the dining room where yet more bodies lay. Here the furniture had also been violated, a graceful table of the finest oak lay marooned on its back, legs splayed and broken on a sea of smashed china. An upended sugar bowl mourned its loss of cubes and spoon which lay scattered on the other side of the fireplace. The house had become a shrine to violence: a frozen scene of terror and misery. High on adrenalin, Revenge continued its ruin up the stairs where beds morphed into coffins and the bath cradled a sickening mix of dismembered heads and bare torsos. All was lost, all was gone now. Years of happy times and laughter had been beaten, crushed and ripped all the way from its flimsy foundations to its chimney pots.
Cruelly, the sun still decided to shine the next day. Amanda felt her way through the darkness, pulled back the nursery curtains and opened up her prized dolls' house. Her little sister waited for the scream and ran, guilt snapping at her heels.
The pile of limbs and other body parts in the kitchen, therefore, was a shock. A tangle of flesh and fibre, it was hard to tell how many had been butchered though - it was clear that none had survived. A hand here, a foot there, the corpses hugged each other in a petrified embrace. Legs were broken and bent back into unnatural angles, noses smashed, clothes torn and ripped, several were naked. Pots and pans lay scattered in a violet trail of rage through to the dining room where yet more bodies lay. Here the furniture had also been violated, a graceful table of the finest oak lay marooned on its back, legs splayed and broken on a sea of smashed china. An upended sugar bowl mourned its loss of cubes and spoon which lay scattered on the other side of the fireplace. The house had become a shrine to violence: a frozen scene of terror and misery. High on adrenalin, Revenge continued its ruin up the stairs where beds morphed into coffins and the bath cradled a sickening mix of dismembered heads and bare torsos. All was lost, all was gone now. Years of happy times and laughter had been beaten, crushed and ripped all the way from its flimsy foundations to its chimney pots.
Cruelly, the sun still decided to shine the next day. Amanda felt her way through the darkness, pulled back the nursery curtains and opened up her prized dolls' house. Her little sister waited for the scream and ran, guilt snapping at her heels.