Robert looked out onto the valleys from the patio of his new home in northern France. The view was gorgeous. In the front was the path that led to the road to a small village. Behind the house was a thick forest. His wife Becky was in the house cooking. Her lifes passion. Roberts life was definately great. And he had aquired the two story home for next to nothing. It was funny really. The realitor was more estatic about unloading the house. It seemed as though the man was relieved. Kind of strange. Robert just assumed the poor guy hadnt sold a house in a while. But curiously, the movers from the village had acted very bazaar. They had unloaded the truck as though the fires of hell were after them. Becky said they probably just liked to work fast. As he watched the sun setting in front of the house, he though he saw someone. Was that a mime. Robert rubbed his eyes and looked again. There was nobody there. Robert laughed to himself. "Its been a long week. I'm seeing things."
That night Robert and his wife had dinner and went to bed. That night Robert was nearing a deep a sleep when he was suddenly awakened by a childs laughter. Robert looked over to check his wife. She was fast asleep. Robert decided not to wake her. He grabbed his flashlight from the nightstand and shined it into the hall. He froze in terror. It couldnt be! There was a mime in the doorway! Robert frantically tried to wake his wife! She just groaned and rolled the other way. Robert glanced back at the mime. The mime waved and acted like was removing something from a bag. Typical mime performance. Robert could only watch as the mime started spinning his arm around in the air. It was like he was spinning a lasso. Then he threw it towards Robert. Robert felt something tug around his neck. It wasnt possible. It felt like a rope was tightning around his neck. Then the mime yanked as Robert was thrown from the bed and onto the floor. He desperatly clawed at the hardwood floors, trying to scream his wifes name. Alas the rope was too tight around his neck. He could barely make a breath, let alone a sound. Robert tried to grab the invisible rope. There was nothing there! The mime suddenly yanked the invisible rope hard. Robert was pulled fast into the doorway. As he slid across the floor, his fingernails ripped off into the wooden flooring. His head stopped just past the doorway. Robert looked at his wife sleeping on the bed. Why wont she wake up! Robert slowly looked up to face the mime. Up close the mime was groutesque. The painted flesh was hanging from a bleached white skull. The mime reached over and grabbed some invisible handle and pulled. Suddenly robert could hear a heavy object sliding down the doorway fast. Robert didnt have time to react as his head left his body.
The next day two police spoke with Becky as two more searched the house and surrounding area. Becky had awaken to find Robert was gone. She told the police Robert would never leave without telling her. The police looked at each other confused. One of them spoke to her concerned. "Madame. Are you sure your husband was here? The realitor says you bought this place alone." Becky was getting irate. "Of course! We have been here for a week!" The officer looked around. "But there is no evidence of a man's presence here." Becky looked around and suddenly realized all Roberts things were gone. Even his recliner in the living room. She suddenly looked up. I can prove he was here!" She ran to grab a picture the two of them had taken with the realitor the day they bought the house. She looked at the picture and went blank as she fell to her knees. In the picture, it was only her and the realitor. They were smiling and standing in front if the two story home. Then her face froze in terror. She could barely believe it. In one of the upstairs windows, was a mime waving a bloody hand.
