Elena gulped-she'd never gone down there before and she had never wanted to. After hearing the horrifying stories written in the family diary she didn't want anything to do with it.

Approaching the cellar door,  she noticed it was open. It was never open- always locked! 'M-maybe father or mother is down there.. Y-yeah! That's it eheh...' Elena thought to herself.

Each step she took, she became colder and more uptight. For some reason she felt like she was being watched however she kept on going.

Finally she had reached the end of the appearingly endless staircase she could not believe what she was seeing... Her mother.. Her father.. Laying in a pool of blood...