They Come At Night

Sweet and Murderous

3 years ago my wife was murdered. To this day, no one has found the murderer. However, I have been secretly working on her murder case. Restless nights with endless coffee cups and no leads, I finally found the address  of the killer. And today is the day I kill him. I am driven away from my thoughts when my 5 year old daughter knocks on my home office door. I smile and open it.

Lilac, my sweet and innocent daughter,  holding her teddy bear. "Daddy, I have a question." She says, stepping into my office and sitting on my chair. I raise my eyebrows and she gives me a sheepish smile. I pick her up and sit her on my lap as I sit on my chair. Once she is comfortable on my lap, she continues with her question.

"Why do cats bring dead mice to their owners?" She asks tilting her head. I furrow my eye brows a bit. "Now what inspired this question?" I ask. "I saw it on a cartoon" she says casually, playing with her teddy bears bowtie. "Well, cats bring dead mice to their owners because they think we can't catch them on our own, and that we're bad cats!" I say with a chuckle as I tickle her side. She laughs and pushes my hand away, catching her breath.

I smile at her attempt to tickle me and pretend to laugh. It goes on like that until she rests her head on my chest. I look at the clock and it's 8 pm. I smile and pick her up bridal style and lay her on her bed. I put her teddy bear next to her and kiss her forehead. I close the door behind me and take a deep sigh. I grab a kitchen knife, my coat, and the killer's address on a piece of paper and drive to my destination.

I arrive and, to my luck, the door is already unlocked. I smirk and open the door. I check every room but, no one is there. Anger boils in my blood as I storm out of the house and into my car. I drive home and calm myself down so I don't wake up Lilac.

I open the door and my eyes widen. There he is, the killer. Dead. Stabbed multiple times in the gut, head, and legs with a knife. But, there's no mess? I stand there until I see Lilac come out of her room in a different outfit. Then I see bloody clothes in her hand as well as her stuffed bear. She looks at me and smiles. "It looked like you couldn't catch him on your own, and that you were bad at this, so I decided to help!" She says as she skips toward the laundry room.

I stand there, dumbfounded. Lilac, my sweet and murderous daughter with her teddy bear, his bowtie covered in blood.

I can predict what you're thinking, DAMN SAVAGE DAUGHTER!!! Well, bye bye my horror lovers!!!