A Vision Of A Massacre

I walk the dusty floorboards-
My grandfather's old estate,
Ancient.
Beautiful.

It feels like a solemn march,
A walk of fear;
Death.

It rides in my very soul,
Creeping,
Slowly changing my mind.

Should I be here?
Should I leave now?

Forget this place.

I climb the stairs;
Eerieness grows still,
Not a sound.
No vision.

I enter the master bedroom,
A chill sweeps through the air,
Dust covers every surface-
But I see it clean;
How the people before me
Saw it.

A vision hits me,
Life-like, clear, unimaginable.
Excitement fills my heart-
I watch it like it
Was my own memory;
Unfolded
Before my very eyes.

A woman screams
As the knife bears down,
Piercing her heart,
Ending her life-
Crimson blood oozing out of her chest.

The murderer,
Handsome, friendly looking,
Drops the knife;
Blood still dripping from it's tip.

He opens the closet,
Walk in,
A woman hangs there;
Eyes glazed-
Marbles.

Previous victim;
Two women dead-
I'm getting insight...

Sisters?

Walking round,
Grabs shot gun,
Leaves right through me.

I follow,
Stare as he shoots his servants,
Tallying;

18...19...20...21...

22 more dead;
Drawn in by the screams.

A vision inside a vision,
His parents skeletons,
Hidden in the closed fireplace;
Grandparents in the kitchen cellar-
(Another 6).

Back to vision 1,
Missed the action;
4 brothers now dead-
Burnt alive.
8 cousins dead-
Drowned in pool.

He bears down on aunts and uncles,
7 in total-
Strangled 4
Knifed 3-
1 at a time,
No where to run.

He turns,
Stares straight at me;
Cold, evil eyes,
Smile appears-
Stepping forwards...

Vision stops,
I start to run,
Fear enters my heart-
49 dead,
No survivors.

Clamber down stairs;
Meet the wall length mirror,
Stop in shock.

I see him behind me,
Cold, evil eyes,
Kitchen knife glistening,
Mad smile on his face.

Arm raised,
Aimed at me...

I'm next;
Number 50...