"You dare run away from me, boy!" She yells at your retreating back.
A stone wall rises in front of you but you just volt over it and continue running. You here an angry yell from behind you, then nothing.
You continue to run until you reach home again.
Panting you dash threw the door and stop in horror.
There, in her usual chair, is your aunt with her knitting needles in her hand, a sword, sticking threw her chest.
You turn in a slow circle, seeing the rest of your Aunts all in there normal positions, at the stove, at the sink, preparing the wine all standing normally, with swords threw there chests.
You stair in absolute horror as slowly, first there hands, then there arms and throughout there body, they begin to melt until there are just 5 piles of mud left in your little hut. And then, the laughing starts.