Daddy entered his little girls room, holding a knife in his hand.

"Oh darling, it's time." He said, going over to his 9 year old daughter who had his back to him. "Be a good little girl, and let daddy kill you. Your sister was naughty when I cut her, screaming all that awful stuff. You won't be like that, will you?"

"No I won't." The girl sang. She spun around, holding the shot gun her father tried to hide. Before he could say anything, the bullets tore through his head, painting her wall and the hallway red.