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The Van de Kamps

"The house was cold and dark, but he didn’t dare turn on any lights.He couldn’t bring himself to call out, his heart hammering as he tiptoed through the dining room and into the front room.
His backpack slid from his slumped shoulders and thumped onto the floor.
His father lay sprawled on the floor, half-covering his mother’s body. Blood spread away from their bodies in a horrible, black pool."