The ringing of the ice-cream truck outside is killing you. The sound repeats over and over again, and so loud it echoes in the room.

It felt as if your head was splitting open; it is 3 A.M. in the morning, for goodness sake!

At last, you just couldn't take it anymore.

Reluctantly, you climbed out of your warm, soft bed and checked from the window in your fluffy pajamas.

But guess what, it's your little three years old brother, running towards the ice-cream truck.

Wait, you stood still for a moment; wide awake.

Ice-cream trucks don't come out 3 in the morning, no less just ringing outside your door.

You watched as your little brother ran closer and closer to the truck, which can possibly be danger.

You wanted to stop him, but how? You are just a sleepyhead in your fluffy pajama and teddy bears slippers.

A person opened the door of the front seat and out came a clown.

The person dressed in the clown costume also took out multiple balloons and handed them to your brother, but behind him something was glittering in his hand.

It only took a minute before your realized that it was a knife. A sharp, shiny blade.

You wanted to scream, but your voice was stuck in your throat. As you stood next to the window, you witnessed your brother's little head flying off from his neck. You witnessed the person sitting on top of the small child on the ground, stabbing him.

At last, you realized something was wrong after he let out a wild grin as he stared towards your house.

Your little brother left the doors opened.