Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29173323-20160720061951

This story will be hard to tell, as I will have to go back to a pretty dark time in my life, several years ago. 2013, the most depressing year for my whole family. I'll describe the situation of what happened that night. ---It was July 14th, once again in 2013. My family (well most of my family) were all going to the mall to pick out gifts for my cousin's birthday, which would be the following weekend. I'll refer to my two cousins that stayed behind as Roger and David, I guess. Roger was the oldest of the two, who would be having the birthday. While we were at the mall, the two stayed behind, at my grandma's house. They would be the only two people in the house.My grandma leaves in an extremely peaceful neighborhood, but this incident proves that anything can happen anywhere, no matter how peaceful or ordinary. I want this incident to help you understand this. Roger and David were playing video games in the basement when it happened. The basement was basically a bedroom almost. Roger also had his iPad with him, which was how we know what happened. We got back to the house about two hours after we had left, to find the front door with a now broken handle. We immediately stormed inside and called out to Roger and David, to no response. We noticed that everything in the kitchen was rummaged through. To give you an idea of my grandma's house, when you walked in the front door, you would be met with the basement door directly in front of you. To the left you would see the kitchen and dining room, and going right from the dining room would lead you to the living room which had another entrance, then a hallway with three rooms and a bathroom. While half of us looked around the house, the other half of us went downstairs. I was looking around the house thankfully. Some of my grandma's jewelry was stolen, and a few other things, but nothing too major. Suddenly, we heard the shrieks and cries of my family members in the basement. They all came running upstairs with tears running down their faces, and well as shouting from my grandpa. He quickly dialed 911. I feared the thought of hearing about what they saw. Unfortunately, I do know what they saw. According to my grandpa's details on the phone, Roger and David were found laying on the ground, both dead in two giant puddles of blood. The top of Roger's head was blown off, and he had several cuts in his arms and legs. David's throat was cut open, but that was it, meaning he must have had to suffer and bleed to death. We all sat around sobbing for hours on end, while the police investigated.They turned up nothing. They knew the guy had escaped from the living room entrance, but that was about it. Later that night, Roger's mother committed suicide. Losing three family members in one night is not something you would want to deal with. --A year later, I went down to the basement to check on my grandma's laundry. Before going back upstairs, I looked over to the area where the unforgivable crime had taken place. I felt tears running down my cheeks, when I noticed Roger's iPad under the couch downstairs. Curiosity got the best of me, so I retrieved it. It was dead, so I plugged it in to the charger upstairs. A while later, when there was battery life in the device, I looked through its contents. There were a few apps downloaded and a shitload of notifications, but not much more, I thought. That's when I went through his photos and videos. A few screenshots of games, and three videos. I went to the first one. It was a video of Roger playing a game on the console, while David took the video. They laughed and talked, until suddenly there was a large "bang" in the background. Chills ran down my spine. This was obviously the same night of the incident. What sent more chills down my spine was that there were still two more videos. I reluctantly went to the second video. This one was taken by Roger, and he was explaining that they kept hearing noises upstairs, and what they thought was the front door opening and being slammed shut. They apparently thought it was us coming back, but they then realized that after they heard the door, there was almost utter silence. We would've called them to alert them that we were home. They kept recording while they walked around the basement, listening to whatever they heard upstairs. They whispered back and forth, and then the video abruptly ended.I went to the third video, not knowing what to expect. I played it. It was Roger explaining that he had just accidentally stopped the video. They still walked around, talking back and forth again. They neared the staircase. Roger said he hoped whatever was happening would end soon, when suddenly, the basement door slowly opened,  but whoever was opening it hid behind the door. Roger and David were silent, and then started running away from the stairs, with Roger yelling to David to keep running. The video stopped. Tears once again ran down my face. I had just witnessed the final moments of my cousins. My own family members. I put the iPad down and just sat on the couch upstairs for the rest of the day. This was all several years ago, but the memories still haunt me everyday, especially since I still have the iPad. I have only viewed the videos once more. Please do not ask to see the videos, as I dread going back to them. I'm glad that I've shared this experience. 