EDIT: I feel like everyone is misunderstanding me, but the story is meant to be short and it is just written right below... there will be no more than that owo) I hope this clears up everything.. lol OTL
Attempting to write a short story about a family, sorry if it's not good but I hope you enjoy it anyway ;w;
There was a family of five, parents father and mother, first born a pair of twins who are sisters of the youngest son. The Kingsleys, found a shelter in a big abandoned mansion when their previous was destroyed by fire. However, it was most unfortunate that all the unfortunate events happened, mysteriously. Twin sisters, Adeline and Vallory, were poisoned and died. Followed by the death of the father, Icarus fell down the stairs and broke his neck. Mother Victoria was stabbed in the head while she was sleeping. It turned out the son, Rowan was indeed a naughty boy.
----- Feel free to interpret it on your own!
Thank you ~Xen-Xen for helping me fix the grammar!
Woooaaah! I see! So in my understanding, the youngest, the boy, was the one who poisoned his sisters, pushed his father down the stairs and stabbed his mother in the head. Thus all the blood seeping from the painting of him, resembles all of the blood he has on his hands and soul now. Very good ^^ I love this one!
It's a really nice picture, and great that it's open for interpretation. For me (before reading the description) I thought the family was being killed off one by one, and the boy now suspects that he will be the next (cause why shouldn't he be?). But I like some of the other interpretations people have come up with better!
Oh my gosh this is like the song uh...Horrible things by Creature Feature! i dunno but when you said that Rowan was a naughty boy it made me think that he was the one wh caused there deaths! So, yeah it reminds me of that song!
One mysterious night when the clock struck twelve, mysterious music began to play. The boy named Rowan began to see things and hear voices without any further delay. So the next day he took a vial, believing it to be a magic dust to cure his sisters and keep them pure from terrible lust. The visions made him see them as demons, sinners of the worst kind The voices told him it was up to him to change their evil minds. He took the poison and powdered it into their bread, Smiling as he believed what the voices said. Two bodies lay limply in bed that night and the ghouls stole the boy's sight.
Now he could not see what was actually there, everything twisted and contorted into ghastly nightmares. He saw his father at the top of the stairs, but that wasn't what he saw with his vision impaired. A demon stood laughing at the boy in mockery and glee. The boy stood up to the beast, deciding not to flee. He pushed the ghastly monster down the steps of despair as his father cried out and was embraced by the air. Crack went his neck as impact with the marble floor was made, and without a single thought, a silent farewell was bade.
Now with his sight gone and the voices louder still, the boy lost all sanity and his free will. Woken up during the darkest hours of the night, the boy stepped out of bed and took flight. Barefooted he ran to the woods to gather a mighty sword, made out of splinters and wood, the best that he could afford. He ran back in a flash and was beside's his grieving mother's bed. This was when his sight came back, the voiced were silent and dead. Seeing now clearly for the first time but Rowan denied this reality. He cackled a mad laugh and his eyes bloodshot, he was taken over by insanity. He stabbed his mother's head, relishing the feeling of her body going slack. And ever since then, no one's ever heard of Rowan, the boy taken over by black...
And then in another household, when the clock struck twelve, mysterious music bagn to play....
Srry this is long but I just wanted to show my interpretation of your work! I always love how you leave them open for it so I just couldn't help myself