One day, my mother said to me: "Sean, perhaps you should visit your sister." She was living with her husband and had little contact with the rest of my family. I reluctantly agreed, knowing that arguing would be pointless. "Go to that room, go to that one, go there" she would say until I would be too tired to argue anymore.
So I was at the gates of hell itself. I reached for my key and entered. After a quick jog up the stairs, I was at her door. I knocked. Nothing. I knocked again. Nothing again. I used my key again (my sister doesn't like to be bothered) and opened the door. I saw my sister lying on the floor, bleeding. I was just in time to hear her last words. "go to... go to hell, all of you jerks..." she mumbled as she stopped moving. Then I realized my father was standing right in front of me, lamenting: "oh God, forgive me, oh forgive my deadly sin" and the like. As he saw me, he stood motionless for a very short time, then plunged towards the window. He broke it, had his head cut off by a glass shard and his corpse hit the ground after a short fall.
Without thinking much, I grabbed the phone and dialled grandpa's number. After waiting for seemed like eternity for the line to connect, I shouted: "gramps, go to the shop and get us something to drink, I'll be coming over to your place soon. I took some deep breaths and suddenly realized the horrible truth: grandpa, going to buy the drink, will inevitably see the corpses!" godfuckingdamnit, I quickly ran downstairs only to see his lying motionless on the ground. Heart attack.
Next week in school, my math teacher was sick so someone had to take care of us. Mrs. Knight was the unfortunate one. When she let us go five minutes before the break, she said "go out, kids, I have to go to my shop and do some paperwork". Then I smashed my Pepsi bottle against my knee and slashed her to death with the sharp bottle.