killed in the snow

*SCREEEETCHHH*

That was the last thing I heard before I felt a sharp pain causing me to wake up. Question was, where am I? I woke up in a strange yet familiar place, it looked like the place I grew up, small town called Ashland, Nebraska. It was always snowy, or at least from what I remember of it. The house still looked, and smelt the same. Although the same garlic type smell was there since I was young and the house still had it's rustic yet modern physique, it felt off, as if there was a presence there I couldn't see but I could sense. Once I stood up off the carpeted floor I ended up laying on some how, I looked around to see where everyone was.

After looking around for about ten minutes, I came up with nothing. No signs of people other than the collection of beanie babies and troll dolls me and my sister started collecting when we were five years old, and the clothes in all the bureaus in the rooms which means that the people who were once there didn't pack up anything when they left.

"Maybe they went to the store or something, it's right down the street" I thought to myself.

All of a sudden I heard a whisper saying, "Maybe." Which was weird because when I checked around the house to see if anyone was around, I didn't see anything. As head of the detective agency in Miami I would've found something. Right?

I searched around the house one more time to see if anything was there and again I came across nothing. There was no other person in the whole house that would be able to whisper "Maybe" in my ear. Unless it was just my imagination from all of this nostalgia that's been hitting me in the face. I should go outside.

I walked to the door leading outside and when I put my hand on the handle it was as if my hand went right through it. So i tried it again, and like the first time, my hand went right through the handle. So I gave up and tried banging my head against the door because I was basically trapped in my childhood home, which although it gave me good memories, there were far too many bad ones. Rather than my head landing on the wooden door, I went right through it and fell on the hard snowy ground, as if it was just a hologram set up to make me think I couldn't get out.

When I got back up off the ground, it was snowing. Just like that day... I walked around to see if anyone was around the house. Nothing was there, it was just woods that seemed to stretch out for miles and miles, it was silent, there were no birds chirping for food, no squirrels trying to find their hidden nuts they hide at the beginning of summer, I couldn't even hear the crunch of my footsteps in the snow. When I looked down to see what was up with that, there were no footsteps behind me. It was as if I was just a ghost or an imagination made by another person.

"Sarah." I heard someone whisper from behind me. When I looked to see who it was, no one was there and the house had seemed to fade away even though I was just next to it.

"What the hell is going on?" I question allowed? All of a sudden I heard screams but they weren't coming from one distinct place, it was coming from all around. They sounded familiar but I couldn't tell who it was from so far away.

I started running, I don't know where I was running to but I just kept running. The screams slowly started to get louder. Soon enough I was at the house and at that point the screams were so loud they were a bit disquieting and left my ears in excruciating amounts of pain but I dealt with the pain until I knew who those familiar screams were coming from.

I ran through the door to see the people I thought I would never have to see or deal with again.

------------------------FLASHBACK----------------------------

*CRASH*

The door rammed open. My parents were in some bad stuff and even as a seven year old I knew it. My sister who was 14 at the time rushed me and her into a secret room behind the wall in our closet I had no clue about. Suddenly there were two gunshots and then muffled voices. I could barely make out what was being said.

"Where are they... They're the key to unlocking..."  The men came into me and my sister's bedroom and it sounded like they searched everywhere for something, even in the closet but me and my sister were on the other side of the wall so they couldn't see us.

After thirty minutes, although it felt like thirty years after we heard a couple cars leave. My sister and I got out of the closet and went to the living room to see my parents dead, on the carpeted floor, covered in their own blood. On the wall in the living room there was a message on the wall in what I think was blood, it said "We're coming for the keys, dead or alive, they're coming with us." When I showed it to my sister she seemed spooked and when asked her what it meant she said she didn't know, but I could tell she was lying.

-----------------------PRESENT TIME--------------------------

It was my parents. After all of this time they were alive? After all the foster homes I was forced into without my sister they show up like nothing ever happened. They seem like they haven't aged a day.

*CRASH*

The door slammed open and income the same people who came to kill my parents almost thirty years ago.

But this time, after they shot my parents they walked up to me and said, "Lady Sarah I am so sorry, we couldn't complete the mission, we couldn't find the keys."

Once I comprehended what they were telling me, rather than crying like I wanted to, I kept a calm face and said, "Search the closet, there should be a loose board on one of the walls, the keys should be in there somewhere." As I ordered the men to, they did so. I heard the wall break and little girls screaming. I heard a gunshot and then another.