ListenOnce in a house, on a hill, a mile out of town was a humble businessman and his wife, Maria, and two children, Rory and Maggie. Almost everyone loved this cute little family. They were envied by many. But that was a month ago. Now the businessman lived alone, and it was no accident.
“Yes. Yes, this place would suit a single man with no kids.” David sighed, “Someone like me. With no wife, no kids, and no more room for heartbreak.” Indeed, David Nagle-Stuhr was a man who spent his days alone with no one to support but himself, but he never wanted it that way.
“Would you like to talk about it, Sir?” the real estate lady, Moira, asked, concerned for this poor man who seemed to always be out there, as if traumatized.
“No, it’s fine. Give it a few years and it might blow over.”
“By the sounds of it, Sir, I highly recommend that you tell someone before you do something you’ll regret.” She sat him down on the stairwell and set herself beside him.
“Okay, but I’m only going to say it once, so listen.”
It was an ordinary Tuesday night. David was at work as Maria put Rory and Maggie to bed. Their red shiba, Foxy, laying at the foot of Rory’s bed sound asleep. Then, right before Maggie was asleep, the phone rang from the living room.
“Alright, Mags, go to sleep. I’ll see you in the Their red shiba, Foxy, laying at the foot of Rory’s bed sound asleep. Then, right before Maggie was asleep, the phone rang from the living room.
“Alright, Mags, go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” She turned to leave when Maggie sat up and caught her retreating hand.
“Don’t answer it, Mommy. Please?” Maria could have listened, should have listened, but didn’t think anything of it at the time. So she shushed her daughter and went to answer the phone.
“Hello.” A deep, gruff voice said. It sounded as if someone was speaking through one of those voice changers. “How do you like your children: sliced…or diced?” The girls screamed from the bedroom and Foxy yelped. Maria dropped the phone and ran in there in time to find her little twin, 7 year old girls ripped apart like you would do with an old raggedy shirt. The dog just lay motionless with a stab wound; dead. The killer turned to face her, slowly, intimidatingly.
“Too late. The decision has been made for you.” Then Maria’s face grew white and horrified as she was stabbed, and entered the endless sleep; never to return.