Julie (100-word story)

The light under the door was trembling. Julie reached for the knob slowly and silent praying to be dreaming. She didn’t want to see what that door guarded. The hallway was unlighted. No one noticed, or cared for, the little girl's eyes on the shadows.

She saw the knife moving. Up... and down. Then up... and down again, faster and faster until it stopped. The scarlet liquid flowing freely. Overhanging the edge of the bed her hand opened. Julie didn't notice she was going in. 

A low and violent sound coming from the depths of his throat and then darkness.