I am Terry and Darleen's youngest daughter. I am the one who had to discover the hossific, unhuman, aftermath of what the killer or killers left behind in the very home that I grew up in my entire life. Words cannot describe the image that is forever imprinted in my memory of the sight of my mother, to whom I was very close to dead, severely massacured on our living room couch. I want answers... Why, who, and how?! Every day of my life I am in undescribeable pain over the loss of my dear parents. I miss them so much that sometimes its hard for me to even desire to be alive, but I know that they would only want the best for me, so I push on... I am in constant fear every day that maybe the killers or killer might even come back for me and my loved ones. I no longer have the privelige of living with the warmth that the feeling of safety brings to a person. Only the fear and pain remain. There are so many mysteries revolving around this event that it makes me physically sick. To top it off, not a single question has been answered. I prey to God that this mystery will someday be solved. I want justice for my parents. Whoever could have done such a horrific crime to two innocent and loving people cannot be human. In my eyes, they are the very essence of the Devil. My life and the lives of all that loved my parents have been shattered by this. God have mercy and please bring justice to this tragedy that should never have occured. I want my parents souls to be able to rest in peace, but fear that maybe they cant until this is brought to justice. Please, help us end this...