…which led into the kitchen. What he saw there was a scene
from a nightmare. There on the floor lay a woman face down, the blood spreading
out from under her.
At first he thought it was his wife. “Oh, God!” he cried as
he bent down to roll her over. However, it wasn’t her. He had no idea who she
was. She was dressed in Chris’ clothes, but this was a woman with dark hair and
brown eyes that stared into nothingness now.
His head was spinning. “What’s going on?” he thought as he
looked around the blood splattered kitchen. All of a sudden he heard the faint
wail of a siren. As he got up he saw the knife; it was one of their kitchen knives,
and it was covered with blood.
His sobering brain finally started to work. He picked up the
knife with a towel and wiped it clean. It may not be much, he thought, but
hopefully it will stall them. Right now he had to get out of here---something
was very wrong. Where was the rest of his family? Just what was going on…?
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