One dark and stormy night,while walking one the beach.My depression high.Bursting into tears.I stumbled across a seashell.I took it home that night.When i was in my dark room i studied the shell.I eventually fell asleep and awoke the next morning.I noticed the shell wasn't where i left it.I looked everywhere for it and looked in my parents room to find them dead and written the job is done in blood on the wall.I looked over at the table to see the shell covered i blood. I realized the only explanation on how they died was the shell and is now called the bloody-shell.
