TW: mentions of blood and murder ...

   It was late at night, I heard my brother was snoring but I could not fall asleep. I got up to get some water.

It was a warm summer night and mosquitoes were everywhere. My arms and legs were covered with bites, I bit my lip trying not to scratch them.

I slowly walked down the stairs, trying not to make a sound. The last thing I needed was to wake my parents or brother up.

I finally reached the kitchen, my bare feet meeting the cold floor refreshed me. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water when I heard a sound.

I waited, hoping that it was only my mind playing games. I heard it again, a cracking noise that seemed to come from the living room.

I put the glass on the table, carefully walking to the room. My hands begin to shake as I nervously keep my body against the wall, afraid of what I was about to discover. As I entered the room, I covered my mouth with my sleeve.

My mother laid on the ground, a knife in her heart. A puddle of blood began to form around her. I skimmed the room, trying to look for something that could help me but my body was frozen with shock. I suddenly felt something grab my ankle.

I managed to kneel down, looking at my mother's eyes. They began to fill with tears but I gently pulled her into my arms.

"Mom!" I cried.

"Shh, there is no time. Get your brother and father out of here," my mother explained.

"Who did that?"

"I don't know, he is still here..."

I felt her body become heavier and before I knew it, she had taken her last breath. As I softly put my mother's head on the floor, I realized that my hands were covered in blood. I hurried to the kitchen to wash them but it did not disappear.

My hands remained red and no matter how much soap I added, the blood would not wash away. I began to panic, trying to process what I had just seen.

I heard a noise coming from the corridor and immediately rushed to the bedrooms, waking my brother and father up. Their eyes remained closed, deeply sleeping. I shook my brother's shoulders, this time with strength.

"Wake up!" I sobbed. "Wake up!"

I headed to my parents' bedroom where my father was also sleeping. His eyes were closed and his body did not move.

"What is going on?" I softly slapped his cheek.

I grabbed my phone, sprinting back to the kitchen. I dialed the emergency number and quickly got an answer.

"What is your emergency?" I heard.

"I found my mother with a knife in her chest and my brother and father won't wake up," I cried.

"Calm down, what do you mean they won't wake up? Are they not breathing?"

"I don't know..."

"Please go check. Is your mother breathing?"

"No, she passed away."

"Give me your name and your address and an ambulance will be on the way. Stay on the phone."

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"Ms. Carrow?" an officer asked.

"Yes?"

"We are here to arrest you for the murder of your mother, father and younger brother."

"What? I - I don't understand," I stuttered.

"There was nobody in the house and no signs of breaking in. The only person alive is yourself and you said that you did not let anyone in."

"What if my mother opened the door? I didn't do anything! I was asleep."

"Miss, your fingerprints were found on the knife and the pillows in your brother's and father's rooms were covered with them."

"I don't understand."

"Were you aware that you sleepwalked?"

"Yes but I have it under control."

"How?"

"I don't know!"

"When did you wake up?" the officer carefully asked.

"It must have been two o'clock."

"You mentioned that you couldn't stand your brother's snores."

"I wouldn't kill him!"

"Not intentionally."

I could not believe it. How could I have killed my family? How could I have done it when all I did was get water? I suddenly woke up. The air was warm and my body was covered in mosquito bites. I sighed with relief, it had only been a bad dream.

However, when I looked at my hands, I realized that they were covered in blood and a knife was in the sink. I looked to my side and saw my mother, unconscious, with a deep wound in her chest. Blood was spreading around her.

I screamed.

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Author's Note:

Shorter story but I felt like this one fit the Halloween vibes more. What are your thoughts?

Do you sleepwalk? If so, did you ever have any memorable experiences?

Do you often have nightmares? Or do you dream more?

I chose to keep the protagonist nameless (besides her last name), what did you think of that? 

Would you rather know the character's name?