Dig Your Grave

A Fateful Fall Night

Lawrence, Kansas - November 2, 1983

Dean and Millie joined their mother in Sam's nursery. "Come on, let's say good night to your brother."

Mary turned on the lights to reveal a six-month-old baby boy with brown hair. The boy looked at his mother, sister and brother. Dean leaned over the side of the crib. Millie climbed up the side and leaned over the side of the crib next to Dean and touched her brother's forehead, barely managing to do so.

"Night, Sam," Dean said.

"Nigh-nigh," Millie stated as she yawned.

Mary leaned over her youngest son. "Good night, love." She brushed Sam's hair back and kissed his forehead.

"Hey, Dean. Hey, Millie," a man greeted.

Dean and Millie turned and rushed over to the man. "Daddy!"

"Hey, buddy. Hey, sweetie." John picked Dean and Millie up. "So, what do you two think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean and Millie shook their heads and laughed. "No, Daddy."

John grinned. "No."

Mary passed John, Millie and Dean on her way out of the room. "You got them?"

"I got them." John hugged Dean closer. "Sweet dreams, Sam."

Sam watched them go with a gurgle before trying to reach his toes.

The baseball-themed night-light near Sam's crib began to flicker while Sam watched.

In the master bedroom, lights flickered on the baby monitor sitting on the nightstand next to a photo of Mary and John. Strange noises came faintly from Sam's nursery and could be heard in Sam's baby monitor. Mary, asleep in bed, stirred. She turned on the light on the nightstand.

"John?" She glanced over to see he was gone and got up.

Mary made her way to Sam's nursery.

"John? Is he hungry?" Mary asked.

'John' shook his head. "Shh."

"All right."

Mary headed back down the hallway. The light by the stairs was flickering. She frowned at tapped at it until the light steadied. "Hm."

She noticed more flickering light from downstairs and went to investigate. A war movie was on TV and John was asleep in the Lay-Z-Boy chair in front of the TV. Her eyes widened.

"Sammy! Sammy!" She ran up the stairs to Sam's nursery.

Mary stopped short upon entering Sam's nursery and screamed.

John woke up. "Mary?" He scrambled out of the chair. "Mary!" He ran upstairs.

John burst into Sam's nursery. "Mary."

The room was quiet and empty except for Sam awake in his crib, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Hey, Sammy. You okay?" John asked.

Something dark dripped next to Sam and John touched it. Two more drops landed on the back of John's hand. It looked like blood. He looked up to see Mary sprawled on the ceiling. The stomach of her nightgown was red with blood and she stared at John as she struggled to breathe.

John collapsed on the floor, staring at his wife. "No! Mary!"

Mary burst into flames. The fire spread over the ceiling. John stared, frozen. Sam wailed. John, suddenly reminded he wasn't alone, got up and scooped Sam from his crib and rushed from the room.

Dean and Millie, who had heads the sounds, were awake and coming to investigate. "Daddy!"

John pushed Sam towards Dean and said, "Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!"

Dean and Millie turned and ran.

John turned back to the nursery. "Mary!"

Hearing her mother's name, Millie ran back towards her father. "Mama!"

The entire room was engulfed in flames and Mary could barely be seen.

"No!" John cried, scooping up his screaming daughter.

Dean ran outside, holding Sam. "It's okay, Sammy."

They looked up at Sam's window, which was lit with orangey-yellow flames.

John ran outside and scooped up his boys, still holding Millie, carrying them away. "I gotcha."

Fire exploded from Sam's bedroom window.

The Lawrence Fire Department arrived. A firefighter got out of a fire truck and took over at the gauges for another firefighter.

"I got it," the firefighter said. "You go hold the line up."

The second firefighter went to the back of the truck and took a hose from a third firefighter. He took the hose towards the house where a fourth firefighter was spraying through Sam's nursery window. A paramedic opened the back of an ambulance.

A police officer waved some neighbors back. "Stay back. You have to stay back."

Across the street from the house, John, Dean and a crying Millie sat on the hood of John's Impala, John holding Sam.

Millie stared at the flames in horror before moving closer to her father.

John silently looked up at the remnants of the fire as he held his youngest son.