Never forget

As Nancy pulled into the small driveway in front of her house and got out of her blue Toyota, she noticed that the lawn mower had collapsed onto its side. "That's a bit strange," she thought, ignoring the slightly opened basement window. She walked over to the ocean-blue door with the address engraved on it, placed the silver key into the small lock, and turned it. "It was a long day in the kitchen" Nancy whispered before opening the front door. Walking into the foyer, she placed her car and house keys on the small wooden desk positioned a few inches away from her. Nancy took off her mint green sweatshirt and placed it into the closet, then slowly walked into the brightly decorated living room adjusting to the room's cold-ish temperature.

Nancy practically dove into the cozy, tan armchair that sat in the right corner. she reached for the remote, and a small creek noise came from the hallway. Nancy craned her head to see where it was coming from. It was Kit Kat her cat. "You scared me a bit their Kit kat! Don't do that again. I'm happy it's just you tho" Meow the cat answered back. Nancy picked up the small gray feline and placed the fur ball on her lap. She turned on the big screen TV and proceed to forget about the events of the day, enjoying the company of her cat.

After watching TV for about half an hour she decided to make a cup of earl gray tea. Just when Nancy was about to continue doing nothing, there was a pitter-patter noise coming from the basement. Nancy stood there for a moment listening to the sound. Keeping her eyes on the door more noise came, the door wasn't moving. Decided was best to find out what was causing such a commotion, so she slowly walked closer to the door. All her senses told her to leave, but no she had to find out what was happening. A feeling of tension pervaded the whole house. Drawing closer to the door she reached for the handle, she hesitated before placing her hand on the sliver knob and gently opening the wooden door.

Cautiously, she trotted down the creaking old steps. When arriving at the base of the floor she noticed the luster from one of her many sharp kitchen knives shown in the dim moonlight. Nancy now noticed the slightly opened window. It looked like someone was holding the pointy, long, steel knife. Someone was holding the knife. The silhouette of a woman slowly came into view, Nancy could barely see her face. A bone-chilling smile appeared on her shadow-like figure. One full of hatred. One of a madman. She loomed closer. Nancy was so scared that her body was frozen, she didn't have time to scream. The person lunged at Nancy causing her to fall back and be pinned to the floor.

Now having a better view of the woman's face, she recognized who it was. Jenny Wheeler her old rival back in Culinary school. "Nice place you got here but I think it looks better with some red don't ya think?" holding the knife above her head ready to strike, she pinpointed the exact spot and momentum that would deliver the killing blow "Please! Please! Don't do this! I'll do anything!" Nancy pleaded. She already knew that the knife Jenny was holding would kill her. She had just sharpened them the other day.

"No," Jenny said in a sing-song voice. "This is your fault hun" she whispered. with that they plunged the kitchen knife into Nancy's chest, ripping past her tight black chef's shirt. A blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the entire house, ringing through Jenney's ears. Crimson blood poured from Nancy's chest, splattering everywhere, on Jenny, on the concrete floor, and on every inch of the surrounding area. Nancy's body slowly stopped moving and after a few minutes, her heartbeat came to a stop. Nancy's eyes were wide open with lifeless fear inside. Jenny looked at Nancy's numb, cold, body, enjoying every moment of Nancy dying. She smile to herself as if all of their demons disappeared into thin air. They longed for the moment Nancy would beg for her life with dread in her eyes and the moment Jenny would take it for her own. What used to be a dream become a beautiful reality. They left the object in Nancy's chest so when the cops found her in the morning it would be easier for them plus it would just be messier than it had to be. Jenny checked Nancy's pulse only to make sure she was dead. She was. She didn't know why she checked. Maybe it was for closure? Maybe not?

Jenny took one of her knives from her belt, a butcher's knife, and aimed it at Nancy's right upper arm. She sliced down on the bone, making a clean cut and fully disconnecting the right arm from the torso. Jenny picked up the limp bloody arm."Hm. this will make a good chicken pie, just mix in the meat with the chicken and no one will tell that it's human!" Jenny chirped. She waltzed up the stairs and went into Nancy's bedroom in search of a duffle bag. Once she procured it, she threw the arm into the blue and white striped duffle bag. Jenny got up the stairs and noticed that KitKat was sleeping peacefully on the tan armchair. Jenny felt the smallest feeling of regret that she took away this cat's mother, the feeling left as fast as it came. Jenny set down the duffle bag on the table in the kitchen, removed her now blood-soaked gloves, and refilled KitKat's food bowl. Who knows how long it would be until Nancy's body was found? After feeding KitKat, Jenney scurried out the back door leaving no traces she was there.

In the morning around 11 am Nancy's neighbor, Jess, knocked on the door. He didn't see Nancy leave for work today and her car was still in the driveway. So he wanted to make sure things were fine and dandy. There was no answer. Jess pulled out the extra house key Nancy gave him, so he could feed her cat because Nancy had to sometimes travel for work. He placed the key into the hole and unlocked the door. when he walked into the foyer he saw that the TV was left on. Jess quickly went to turn it off, then the smell that something died entered his nostrils. KitKat meowed and hid behind Jess's leg. "Oh hey, little one. Where's your mama?" Jess asked in a sincere voice. Then he saw a few drops of dried blood that led into a trail starting at the basement door. Walking closer to the basement door he could see something. He saw Nancy's messed up face. He quickly darted his gaze back so that he could see what he thought to be Nancy's body. His breathing quicken, and he started to hyperventilate. "N-Nancy?" Jess crocked out. There was no response. Jess pulled out his phone, he immediately dialed 911. His voice was shaky. He was barely able to tell the operator the address and what he just saw.

The police cars and ambulance arrived about 15 minutes later to write a report on the onslaught and take away the body. Even they were shocked that there was a murder in their humble neighborhood and how gruesome the body was. The town they lived in was small and simple and had a fairly low crime rate. There seemed to be a million voices talking about the same thing. It was too much for Jess, he was on the verge of his 3rd panic attack of the day. He would need lots of therapy after this.

In the end, there was some good, Jess adopted KitKat, so he could remember his friend and keep the feline happy and safe and he ended up moving in with his parents again for about 4 months then moved back to his house. When Jess stepped out his door in his bathrobe he noticed that someone had moved into Nancy's old house. The new neighbor waltzed over to pick up the newspaper that was thrown halfway across Jess's lawn. They handed Jess the paper and introduced themself "Hi, I'm Jenny,".