Despicable Tale Of Desperate Dan

Tuesday

Tuesday

I didn't sleep that night the images of the events running over and over in my mind, going to the front door looking round and and seeing nothing till I looked on the ground.
There was a bix with a letter stuck to it saying looking inside
I bent down to pick it up my hand shaking.
Nervously I opened it and looked it. What I saw made me drop the box and fall backwards, the contents spilling everywhere. I'm not ashamed to admit it but I let out a scream in fear.whats inside the box your wondering well I'm going to tell you, a finger a human finger and two photo's of my children tied to a chair with a bag over there heads. And another of lunas hand covered in blood a d a finger missing. On the back of this one was the words dont call the police and wait for further instructions.

I don't know how long I was sat there stirring at the contents on the floor when I hea4d a voice saying you need to ring Sarah,
I finally got up put everything back in the box and rang her.
When she finnsky got home I sat her down and showed her the back and what was inside.
As soon as she sawcwhat was inside she screamed and started crying. And beged to call the police. After a while of trying to talk her out of it, but ended up agreeing and called them.
They csme asked the normal questions did we notice anything unusual was the children acting strange was there anyone who wanted to hurt us.

I told them about the buy out at work and how dome was angry about having to sell and the deal I gave them. They thanked us  and sarah gave the box to them for evidence and left .
We sat waiting barley leving the room or talking. Then o knock at the door made us both jump. I got up and ran to the door shaking and opened it. Nobody was there apart from a box and a letter.

I bent down and picked it up and carried it back into the room place the box on the coffee table and sat down with the note and started to read.
It read  you just had to call the police you could just do as your told so this is on your hands you might start to listen from now on.
I opened the box and saw a picture this time of Chris his eyes shut his face contorted in aganey small lines of blood running from one of his cl8sed eyes. I lower the photo to see his eye sat there in the box.
I fell onto the couch and started to cry feeling powerless and guilty for what happened to him.  I could see Sarah crying just starting at the box saying things I couldn't make out.
After what seemed like an life time we both stopped crying and manged to agree not to inform the police about this. And waited.
You thought Christmas day was long as a child I can promise you these nothing longer than waiting for something that's dosent come.