tragic family · supernatural horror · grief · guilt · cycle of death · haunted · horror genre · emotional trauma · fatalistic
A light, white and absolute, swallows the world. On one side, my family stands like statues carved from regret. On the other, the Emilys watch us, their eyes holding decades of sorrow. Between us, the ghost-children and the boys who haunted my brother's life are gathered, silent. In the distance, a television screen crackles awake, its blue glow a cold sun in this void. The air is static with dread. The screen brightens, ready to cast our darkest hours back at us, to make us watch the brutal, final moments we caused and endured.