was now a big hole.


But it wasn't that I was scared now. On the contrary, I acted again in a way that normally should not be done.I didn't run to our neighbors to call the police, I just went back into the house without realizing that I was about to experience a nightmare.


The first sound I heard when I entered was a high-pitched scream. I winced and thought at first that it was Gretchen, but then I realized that it was one of the actresses from those horror films because she was shouting about some monster spiders.


My heart calmed down incredibly quickly and my breath and pulse regulated themselves almost at the same time. I didn't sweat either, my body was normal.


With small and cautious steps I went to the half-open living room door, behind which my father would sit and sleep. He often fell asleep in front of the TV when he didn't have to work the next day.


So I slowly opened the door, looked across the room and immediately froze into a pillar of salt.My heart started racing again, my pulse was racing, my breathing was hasty and uncontrolled. My eyes widened and my mouth opened in a silent scream.


It was terrible.


My father was still sitting on the couch. However, his left arm was torn off at the shoulder joint. Blood soaked the fabric, the severed limb lay on the floor. His belly was also slit open with two cross sections.


There were loads of empty beer bottles on the table, a bowl of chips, a couple of peanut flips, an ashtray, and a half-full glass of Coke that made my father's eyes swim. They stared right at me.


My stomach cramped, the smell of death and decay pungent into my nose, and the nausea got worse. As a precaution, I put a hand to my mouth, as it was rumbling in my stomach and my spit was running up in my mouth.


I rushed out of the living room and raced into the kitchen, not thinking that my mother would probably be there.I just wanted to go to the sink and gurgle my mouth, but when I pulled the door open I almost fell as I braked so abruptly.


My mother was lying on the floor with broken glass tumbling down next to her and there was a white liquid that looked like pudding. It was totally torn to shreds. There was blood everywhere, on the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor, on the microwave, on the coffee maker, in the sink, on the phone, everywhere.


My stomach tightened strongly and I only wanted one thing, in my room.


So I ran out again, up the stairs and in the first door. Unfortunately, there was Mikes and not my room.


Again, disgust seemed to overwhelm me. My brother was lying in his bed, which was exactly across from me. At first I thought he was still alive because he was sitting upright on the mattress and looking at me and even smiling at me. However, it soon turned out that this supposed grin was actually a mouth opened to a scream that should never have the chance to close again.

Mike must have been in terrible pain, you could see that in his eyes. They were so twisted that only the white could be seen. There was no trace of his chocolate-brown pupils. The plaster of paris lay smashed on the floor, presumably they had really smashed his already broken leg with a hammer or a stone. In any case, the leg was in a zigzag course in front of me. The white bones peeked out everywhere and the blood had stained the once white sheet red. The other leg had been bitten off at the knee. You heard right, bitten off. At that time I could still see the teeth marks above the knee. You can probably imagine that I almost just puked up there, honestly, my stomach had never contracted like it did then, my intestines seemed to be boiling and in my mouth everything suddenly tasted of metal.


I don't remember what the rest of my brother looked like, I just remember that afterwards I ran out of his room and disappeared into Gretchen's room.

I don't know why I went in there either, certainly not to see if she was still alive. Of course I knew that she too would be lying in her little bed, dismembered or torn. Maybe I just mistook your door for the bathroom door, or that unknown someone to whom I owe my power, guided me in because he didn't want to hide my fate from me, or it was just a very stupid coincidence, at least I would have this one cursed door with the self-made horse at the front not allowed to open.


Gretchen practically no longer existed, you see, she was barely there. What you could still see turned out to be a hand and a piece of the right thigh, the rest had been trimmed to the size of a sawdust. The whole room was dark pink, but not because girls' rooms are always painted that way, no, no, unless you paint the room with human blood.Everything was full of it. It stank so badly and everything was really red. I only saw this one color. Red. Red. Red. Everything was red.


Then my stomach was finally over. I could already feel it creeping up my neck, so I stormed out of the room and this time also caught the door I wanted, the bathroom door.


I don't mean to sound repulsive, but I puked my heart out. Afterwards my stomach hurt even more than before. My whole throat hurt and I was shaking all over. I felt miserable and queasy, I couldn't think clearly at all. There was just blood everywhere, everything was dead, they were dead, my parents, my brother, my sister.


Red. Red. Red. It pounded in my skull. Some childlike voice laughed, at least I believed that, whether I imagined it or whether it was really there, I still don't know. My feet froze, I couldn't feel my legs anymore and collapsed.I started screaming, I couldn't stop, but I couldn't hear myself, I didn't hear anything, I was deaf. My heart stopped for a moment, my skin contracted, I couldn't breathe, I gasped, I gasped, coughed, I screamed and cried. Tears rushed down my stone-cold face like tongues of fire. They burned, but I didn't feel it. I felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing. tasted nothing, smelled nothing. I was empty, completely empty. I couldn't grasp or believe anything anymore. Thoughts without meaning flew through my head.


The lawn is green. The sky is blue. Cola tastes good. Ferraris are fast cars. Britney Spears makes music. You can see films in the cinema. Cats purr when you stroke them.


Mistress!


I jumped up, suddenly my senses again. My heart started beating, I got air, I came back to life.


With the last of my strength I hurried into my room and threw open the door.I dived on the floor and looked under the bed, where two glittering and sparkling eyes looked at me. It was mistress. She was still alive. A stone fell from my heart. If she had also been dead, maybe dangling from the fan - like the stroker dog - I would have gone insane.


Mewing softly, she came out from under the wooden box and padded over to me, a little sleepy, to stroke my feet and growl. I picked her up and hugged her as tightly as I could. The soft fur, her sheer presence, and her controlled growl soothed me. I lost my fear and sadness and became calm and balanced.


Then Mistress suddenly began to hiss, put her ears close to her head, hunched her back and jumped down again to retreat to her hiding place under the bed.


Before I could even look surprised, a huge wave rolled over me. It was like a blow, a gigantic blow from behind, as if a bus hit me at three hundred and drove through me.I couldn't breathe. But I didn't fall over. Then a blow from the front, I slammed backwards. And then there was another kick from behind and I stood there like a marble statue on the parquet, unable to move, even breathing was difficult. I couldn't even move my eyelids, I was made of ice.


And then it flooded me like a cold shower. The knowloedge. Omniscience. About me, about the earth, about the universe, time, the other world, power, about everything. I got something inoculated or hammered in or whatever no one else did. I really got the knowledge of everything. I knew every secret, every story, every and everything. Nothing was hidden from me. I suddenly knew that it wasn't some crazy pyscho killer who had killed my parents and siblings, but that Pennywise, a demon who sneaked up on his victims in the form of a clown, had eaten them. I knew that it was my destiny to play the hit man for good and bad and that I had been given a power, a gift that was so powerful, so perfect, so absolutely tremendous that nobody could beat me.

I don't know how long it took. Maybe a second, a minute or an hour, after that my watch was screwed anyway.


When the bright light that had pattered down on me with the knowledge went out and I was able to move again, I had made a promise without having spoken. A promise to use my power only for my job, not for myself or anyone else, just for the job. I felt that I had changed. I was taller, the fat on my body was gone and muscles had given way, and I felt strong. Not just strong, but gigantically strong, invincible.


As soon as I got the power, Mistress came out from under the bed and growled at me. I picked her up again and stroked her.


If you think now that I have tried one of my skills right away, you are mistaken. I knew I had it, I knew how to use it, and I also knew what it would look like.I knew that I was able to stop time, bounce back and forth in it as I liked, that I could fast-forward or rewind each person individually, that I would be a 50 year old father at thirteen rejuvenate and at the same time let his 3-year-old son age to 34, while only three seconds passed for everyone else.


I knew that I was able to move, destroy or reform objects of any size, substance and molecular structure with the sheer power of my thoughts. I knew that I could impose my will on other people, that I could read their minds, that I was able to make them believe and see