My last Christmas

It was the 25th of December, Christmas day. My family and I went to my parents’ house.
When we arrived at the house, the lights were blinking, and then it went alright. After that,
they started to have dinner. Everyone was happy, but suddenly, they heard a noise from
outside. They went outside and saw a man with a chainsaw. They got very nervous and the
light bulbs went off. The door was open and the man started to follow them for all of the
house. Later, he killed them one by one. In the meantime, I was hiding under the bed. I
heard him come up the stairs and it gave me chills.
He opened the door slowly, and was racing the room, then left and closed the door. I felt
relieved at the thought that he left the house, but at the moment, I felt like someone pulling
me off my feet, coming out completely under the bed. And when I contemplated the being
that grabbed my feet, I saw a blue rabbit mask, it was another person, they were two
murderers, and he stuck a knife in my stomach, and then, there I knew my last christmas.