Not my parents (Unfinished!!)

(This is based off a fictional story I wrote when I was younger and if you would like I can also post the original!!! This story is unfinished and i want to make it longer but im running low on ideas so I would love some advice!!)

as a child I grew up in a rather odd town, everyone kept to themselves no kids ever dared to stay after dark, and all the parents were shut inns. Sure, drama would arise from the church goers bragging about someone's skirt or dress being too short or not appealing, but that was really it. I had a couple friends who were actually quite normal unlike the rest of the neighborhood, but their parents were all the same. None of the Gossip ever reached my house actually no news did unless it was Sunday. My adoptive parents always had this strange rule- well- many strange rules. but this one was one of the weirder ones. We were only allowed to watch the news on Sunday when there was going to be no post, so no newspaper. You might be thinking it was to save on the electricity and cable bill, but they were quite loaded. They adopted me and two other older kids my age, who were my adoptive siblings. Jane was 10 when she was adopted, and then Micheal and I were both around 12, so they had money. They actually even adopted me and Micheal the same year. Despite all the neighbors and adults of the town being shut-ins, they would excuse holidays, except for my parents. The Christmas tree was the same old fake one they had since they got married as they thought going out to get a real one was considered too dangerous. None of the ornaments could be reflective. Not a single mirror was allowed to be in front of them, when they first adopted me and Micheal, I thought it was simply an insecurity thing, but the real reason was much, much darker. The rules were always strict and so were they. No phone after 7, bed at 8, lights out at 9, no sleepovers EVER. If you got a bad grade you would have to eat alone. no open curtains after nightfall. and if you are a parent reading this, you might think "oh they are just looking out for you.", you'll soon find yourself to be very wrong.

Me and Micheal's birthday was only a week apart, so we always had a joined birthday dinner, no parties were allowed, we could go to one but never host one for our own birthdays. The night of our 15th birthday dinner, everything changed.

since our adoptive mother and father finally thought that we were old enough to be responsible, they sent us on our first errand. we had to drive to the mall and go grocery and clothes shopping for us and for jane. Jane wanted to go, but since she was only 12, they wouldn't let her, said it was too risky to let two fifteen-year-olds take care of a child. which is understandable and at the time I thought they were just looking out for her.

Me and Micheal got in our parents old and rickety ford truck and went on our way. we agreed that I would drive on the way to the store and he would drive us back as we had just gotten our license permeant since it's legal to get on at 15 in west Virgina. we also lived right next to the Appalachia mountains, so it was mainly safe backroads for us to drive on, so not a bunch of cars to deal with.

The groceries took us two hours to get as they sent us to Bj's and it's a fairly large store. As we were on our way home i got this awful feeling, ike my stomach just fell to the floor. I didn't say anything though. 

By the time we got to the house I could tell Micheal had an uneasy feeling. He was talking about what he's going to do since he could drive but he just suddenly stopped talking.
“Something feels off,” he said quietly, expressing how I felt with words.
“Glad its not just me” 

The house was eerily quiet. The type of quiet that felt like it was listening as we unloaded the groceries. There was no sound of footsteps, no breathing, no one talking. It was as if our parents and our younger sister were gone.

Until I noticed the basement door was cracked open. 

We were never allowed to go into the basement in the three years that I had lived with these people who were supposed to be my new family. 

The feeling got worse. It was now this looming feeling of dread that seemed to swallow me whole. 

Micheal and I looked at each other before grabbing the pocketknives that some distant relatives got us for our birthday and going down the basement steps. 

At first, everything seemed normal, your typical basement that was partially finished and was used for storage. That was until we noticed a door with a type of glowing red light coming from underneath it. 

I was the first to walk up to it 

“Wait! Do you think that's a good idea?”

My hand was only an inch or two above the doorknob. I opened my pocketknife in my right hand and then grabbed the doorknob.

“One way to find out”

((TW!! These are the gory bits so I don't mind if you want to stop reading!! XD))

I opened the door and wanted to vomit.

Jane was in there alright, well, what was left of her. 

Her body- I don't even know how to describe it. 

She was pale, sickly pale. She was tied to some sick altar; there was a blood rune circle on the ground around it and a bunch of red and black candles. Her organs had been removed and placed on the circle. There were tear stains on her checks.

I completely froze. I couldn't move. I couldn’t speak. I was barely even breathing. 

“Is that?” Micheal trailed off, voice barely above a whisper

I just fell to my knees, tears welling in my eyes. My little sister was just dead. And I was busy running some dumb errand while it happened. 

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet”

Miche and I looked behind us. It was our mom, but her face was all wrong. Her body was too stretched. She was all double jointed like some analog horror creature. This wasn’t the woman that adopted me. This was something other than a human. 

“Now that you’ve seen far too much, I think it's time you join her!”

She lunged at Micheal only to miss him as he dodged out of the way and got on top of her back. He pinned her to the ground and tried her best to keep her still.

“Idina!! Watch out!”

I turned my head to see my father lunge after me. He was more terrifying than whatever the hell my mother looked like.

He had no eyes- like they were gouged from his sockets. His clothes were torn and his skin looked like it had been pulled taught. 

He attacked me like a rabid animal, scratching at my face until I stabbed his cheek. He let out a guttural growl; it almost sounded demonic or how people would describe a wendigo cry. Just as he went for my throat, I kicked him off. I looked over to where micheal was and saw that he had stabbed our mothers- no- that Things temple, killing her- it- instantly. It doesn't deserve to be humanized any longer.

He rushed over to me and pulled me up. 

“Come on, we gotta go!”

We ran out of the basement as fast as we could and sped out the house and towards the truck.

“Hurry! start the engine!!”
I urged Michael as we got in. I saw whatever was left of my seemingly dad turned monster walk- er- lob his way out of the door

“I’m trying!!

He was finally able to start the car and speed off to god knows where.