Cracked Visions

The only thing Rylee has is the old, abandoned house she was left in, and video tapes that were left with her. These aren't any ordinary family home videos. They're video proof of the gruesome murders that her parents were involved in. Growing up watching these videos alone, Rylee must make a choice-- Be a better person than her parents... or follow in their footsteps, either way she needed to leave a dent in the world. With the help of Ethan, Sean, and 4 year old Nico, Rylee will make history.


2. Knock Knock

There was a loud bang at the door that woke both of the teens from their deep sleep. When she was awake enough to realize what it was, she was thrown into a panic. No one has ever found out about this place, what were they supposed to do?

“Just be quiet and maybe they’ll go away.” She said to Ethan. The banging continued, until they just barged in. It was a woman, in a blue uniform and a flashlight, which she shined in their faces.

“I don’t know who you kids are, or what you’re doing here, but nobody is allowed here. Now I haven’t told anyone about you being in here yet. If you give me any crap, I’ll contact the station. You stay right there… I’m going to check out the place.” She told them. Rylee knew no one could know about this place and them living here. She felt like this was the perfect time to do what she’s been watching about her whole life.

“Ethan,” she whispered, “Go across the room there, and grab that camcorder, and put a new tape in it. There are blank tapes on that shelf.”

He obeyed, and got the camcorder, and put the new tape in, and turned it on. He nodded his head motioning that it was recording. They made their way to the kitchen, and Rylee grabbed a pan. The officer came back saying, “It looks like you’ve been living here a while. You mind explaining th—“ Rylee swung the pan as hard as she could and got her in the head. She dropped to the floor with a thud. Ethan looked at her in amazement, and Rylee felt so powerful. She’s never felt this way before. Maybe this is why her parents did this. The feeling.

“You can turn it off until she wakes back up.” She told Ethan. Rylee grabbed the woman’s feet and drug her to the den, in front of the TV.

“Okay, so I’ll get stuff to prepare for her to wake up, yell for me if she wakes up before I get back. And take her gun and hide it.” She told him. She went back into the kitchen and grabbed a large carving knife, a roll of duct tape, the washcloth that was used on Ethan’s head, a bandana and a fork.

“Rylee….Rylee I think she’s waking up!” Ethan yelled from the den. Rylee ran back in, and tied the bandana around the officer’s eyes.

“Turn the camera on.”

Ethan nodded, after he started recording. Rylee stuffed the rag in her mouth, and she flinched. She started screaming, but the sound was muffled, and the bottom of the bandana was wet from her tears. Rylee plunged the knife into the officer’s abdomen, and brought it down, opening her up. The screams became louder and louder, and the tears were starting to seep down her face.

“What’s this? Your appendix? You don’t need that, do you?” Rylee taunted. She felt so powerful, it was a rush. She was not nervous, or scared. She was a natural, just like her mother and father. She took the small organ out, and smashed it into the floor, with the fork. Ethan winched.

“Do you want the washcloth out?” Rylee asked the woman in distress. She nodded her head vigorously. “As you wish.” Rylee took the washrag out of her mouth, and screams and yells filled the room. She took the knife, and swiped it across her mouth. “Shut the fuck up, now. You scream anymore, and you get the rag again!” She stopped screaming, but small whimpers came out, and the tears kept streaming down her face.

Rylee reached her hand towards Ethan, and motioned for the camera. He handed it over to her. “Ethan, I want you to feed this to her.” She picked up the fork, with the ground appendix on it. He took the fork, shaking. “Don’t be scared. Think about whatever it is you’ve gone through. Doesn’t it piss you off? I mean, think about it—You were left alone, nobody wanted you, but me. Your head did not look like an accident to me. Use your anger, get it out.”

Tears formed in Ethan’s eyes. He shoved some of the organ in her mouth. “Don’t spit it out, or we’ll fill your mouth with every last bit of your own appendix, and tape your mouth shut!” Rylee said. Ethan slowly sprinkled a little more in her mouth. “You’re not angry? Don’t you get it? I am the only one who wants you! Doesn’t that make you mad? No one even misses you!” She shouted.

Ethan screamed, and brought the fork down hard, Rylee’s eyes reflected shock, and excitedness at the same time. The fork went all the way to the back of her throat, and she tried to gag, but it was so far down. All it did was make the blood come faster. Down her throat, and out her mouth, blood everywhere. Rylee caught it all on film. It was beautiful. She grabbed the duct tape and put it over the fork and her mouth. She took the bandana off and wrapped the duct tape all around her head, as tight as she could get it. Only her eyes showing, and some hair that stuck out.

The muffled screams and gags made both of the teens feel powerful. Rylee felt so proud of herself, she thought her parents would be proud of her. And if she ever saw them again, she’d show them her very first kill. Well—almost kill. She’s not dead yet.

“What do we do with her now?” Ethan asked.

“Well—she’s not dead yet, so let’s just put her in the bathtub and let her drown in her own fluids. It won’t be much fun to tape, but if she makes a mess, it’ll be easy to clean up.”  Rylee laughed, trying to make a joke of it. They picked the officer up, who was shaking and swinging her head around uncontrollably, although it probably caused her to bleed more. They dropped her into the bathtub with a hard thud. Her eyes shot from one side of the room, over to Ethan, then over to Rylee. Moisture got built up and ran down the duct tape.

“Just leave her here. Nothing else to do until she dies.” The two teens turned the light out, and left the woman in the darkness.

“Rylee—“ Ethan said, “I need to get my brother. I can’t just leave him behind. Please, can he stay here?” It was a longshot. Rylee didn’t want too many people in on what they were doing. If too many people get involved, it’s probable that word gets out, and everything falls through. But—with just another person, we might be able to get the job done easier. He can be on camera duty.

“Yea, sure. But be quick, and don’t let anyone see you come back here.” Rylee told him. A smile went on his face, and his eyes lit up slightly, “Thank you.” And with that he left. Rylee was alone. Again. She quickly became bored, and decided to see if there was anything they could use to torture people with up in the attic.

It was very dusty, and smelled old, and moldy. She didn’t think there’d be anything of use up there. She made loud footsteps across the floor, until she got about half way through and her foot fell through the wood flooring.

“What the hell…?” She brought her foot back out, and found a little tin box inside the hole. She reached in and grabbed it to look inside. It was a tape. Her eyes lit up with interest as she ran back down to the den, and started to watch it.

The screen came up, and it was her mom, holding the camera, it was obvious. And she was in the den. The very TV that Rylee was watching this on was in the background.



My name is Raven Dasoline. Rylee, if you have found this, then you probably have questions and many of the answers, you may never get. Who is your father? Damien—he may have given you to me, but he is no father. Rylee, that was originally going to be what I was going to change my name to. I decided to leave it with you instead. I don’t apologize for needing a new start. I’m not a mother, and Damien certainly isn’t a father. We’re not parents, we’re bad people. As you can see, you haven’t been born yet, but it’s going to be any day now.” She pointed the camera down to her stomach, which was big and round. When the camera came back up to her face, Rylee noticed there were bags under her eyes, and bruises on her face, neck and chest. Did Damien do that to her? “I don’t want you. I never wanted you, and right now, I just cannot deal with a screaming baby. I used to be free to do as a please, and i want that back. I NEED that back, and you just get in the way of that. You are literally the worst thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life. Damien could barely look at me when he found out. Not to worry-- he’s been dealt with, and you are out of my life if you see this right now, and my plan worked… I left you in the house. You’re stuck there like I was. You have no one, and it sucks, but that’s life. I never had a caring family other than Damien, and let’s face it… he wasn’t so caring. I just—I just needed a fresh start. One that didn’t involve you. So with that, you have no mother, and I have no daughter. You’re all alone. But if you survive through it...I promise it’ll make you a stronger person.”

Rylee felt like there was a knife in her gut, her  throat started closing up and it got harder for her to breathe. The tears streamed down her face. The floor creaked behind her, when she almost turned around too late. The police officer ran up with the fork that was in her mouth, blood pouring down her chin. She fell on top of Rylee hard, picking up the knife that was beside her, putting it against her throat. Normally the officer would’ve been able to overpower her with no problem, but with the considerable amount of blood loss, and her injuries, she became very weak.

“HEY!” A familiar voice shouted. It was Ethan, next to him was another blonde boy. Ethan ran over and  pulled the officer off of her. Rylee was enraged, and tackled her to the ground, Ethan grabbed the camcorder and started recording the bizarre scene. Both girls were on the floor, the knife now in Rylee’s hands. She screamed out and brought the knife down hard on the woman’s face. And it was done—she was dead.

“Rylee, I want you to meet my older brother, Sean.” Ethan said, “And this is Nico—his daughter.” A little girl poked her head out from behind Sean, and she looked terrified. Rylee felt guilty for letting this little girl witness the bloody mess. Nico looked frightened and was shaking harder than anything Rylee has ever seen. But then she came to realization what was at hand here.

“Daughter? What do you mean, daughter? I agreed to your brother…. Not his kid. Does this mean we have to take in some woman too?” Rylee lashed out.

“No,” Sean said, “Nico’s mother left a while ago. She didn’t even want her, so after she had her, she stuck her on my doorstep and took off. And she’s 4 years old… She won’t get in your way, or tell anyone—I promise.”

Rylee was reluctant at first, but soon came around, “Alright, Sean, you’re staying here requires you to take on cameraman duty. We haven’t really established one previously, so the job is your’s. What are we going to do about her?” She said pointing to Nico, “What can a four year old do?”

Sean tried to say something, but Ethan interrupted, “Anything. Anything you need her to do.”

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