It was a year ago today when Jackson found his little girl and the love of his life, killed in cold blood. It was just a year ago when his life was the best it has ever been. It was just a year ago when the two things he loved most in his life were still alive and breathing, and now he’ll never get them back. The worst thing is, the doesn't even know what killed them.

He remembers getting home from college, it was just another normal day: birds chirping, breeze blowing, but then the got home. He remembered having this eerie feeling that something was wrong… He pulled in the driveway to find that all the lights were off in the house; strange. He put the key in the door, unlocked it, and pushed it open slowly, making sure his girlfriend, Jenni, wasn't planning to scare him. He pushed open the door before walking in, thinking she was going to jump out from the corners. Did she take Elizabeth somewhere?, he thought, No, she would’ve told me. He turned on the kitchen light and tried to call Jenni’s phone, he heard it ring from Elizabeth’s room, he hung up the phone.
He shuffled his feet on the way to her room, thinking he has caught her red handed, and then he saw her: Elizabeth. He saw her small, frail body, face still frozen in shock, lying still on the floor of her room. His heart dropped and he dashed over to her as quickly as possible. He felt his eyes well up with tears as he held her little body in his hands. His tears rolled over his cheeks and onto the floor. He let out an eardrum- shattering cry as he held her close to his body. He put his hand under her head and asked God why he took her, why the has decided to take one of the only things he loves in his life away.
He stopped crying just long enough to try and see how his two year old daughter, Elizabeth, had died. He saw that she, and now him, were covered and blood. He tried to see where the blood was coming from; then saw her nose. Could it be her nose? he thought. He looked closely, he saw blood in her hair also: her ears. He ran the possibilities through his head, the tears still streamed from his eyes.
He noticed the room around him for the first time since he saw her. It was dark and quiet, too quiet. Considering he has, or rather had, a daughter, it's never quiet. He tried to dry most of the tears from his eyes to focus on the room. It was pitch black except for the empty doorway, which had red marks on the floor. Blood?, he thought, his heart panged, Where's Jenni? She wouldn't leave Elizabeth alone. Terrified, he lay the little girl down and followed the trail of blood out of the room to find his girlfriend.
"Jenni?!," he screamed rushing down the blood covered hallway leading to their shared bedroom, his footsteps loud on the wooden floors. He bursted open the door to find Jeni's blood all over the walls. He felt his life flash before his eyes as he collapsed onto his knees. He saw his beautiful girlfriend laying on the floor consumed by her own blood with a rope around her feet; she was dragged into this room after she was killed. She had the same injuries as their little girl. On his knees, he crawled over to her and bends over her dead body and cries. He cries to the point that everything around him disappears. He doesn't listen, he doesn't think, the doesn't speak, he just cries.
He got up, now angry instead of sad about the deaths of the people he loves; he wanted revenge. Wrathed, he turned around and found the thing that caused his pain and agony. A hideous monster that deserves all the pain that he was, and still is, feeling. The only name he could think of for it is "The Thing." Its body was dark red with black eyes, and covered with blood; like his flesh was made up of it. A human form it had, but he could tell it wasn't any plain psychopath; it was something different.
Jackson didn't have time to think before the "thing" stepped toward him. He tried to back up to avoid contact with it, but it kept walking until Jackson had nowhere else to go. He thought his life was going to end right then and there. It put both of his hands on top of his head and looked at him, just stared at him and he could not look away. His eyes were glued to the sinister monster, and suddenly, he let go. Then he woke up on the ground, and the next thing Jackson saw was the wall, covered in his blood. It read, "You will remember me.” And he does, no matter how hard he tries to forget.