{From the perspective of Mr. Jones, the father}
I groggily opened my eyes, a headache piercing through my skull from all the drinks last night. My nightwear still had the stench of beer on it and it stung my nose. When I sat up in bed I was unpleasantly surprised by a blurry outline of someone else staring directly at me. A churning started in my stomach the longer I observed the person staring at me closer. There was a human head dangling from the ceiling right over my bed. The face was frozen with its last expression, the eyes unseeing and empty. What more, there was not even a body connected to the head and blood was still dripping from the neck that had been brutally severed. An unsettling feeling came over me as I began to recognize the face and form conclusions.
My wife's head was that right above me. I fell off the side of the bed, startled, and slapped my hands over my mouth to hide my scream. A note that was hard to read was drawn on the wall in her blood. It read "I'm sorry," and a name was signed after, I could only make out that it started with a T. The rest of her body was hanging on the wall beside the note, held up by kitchen knives.
No no no...Tears sprang to my eyes. Opal was a caring and kind woman who didn't deserve any of this. How could this happen? HOW? Automatically, I regretted all the fights I had with her, all the times I disappointed her and failed to be the good husband she deserved. I let out a howl of desperation and loss, kicking the bedpost beside me.
In a rage, I promised myself I would find out who murdered her and make them pay for it. Whoever did this left me to deal with three kids by myself, and I no longer had those fresh homemade meals that would melt in my mouth. I no longer had the loving wife that comforted me, one that I loved. Whoever killed her is an unjust human being. If only the world was made up of straight individuals, unlike Taylor and Edgar. Thinking about them filled me with bitterness. It was Edgar's stubbornness that led me to drink the entire box of five-or was it supposed to be six?- bottles last night. But since one of them was gone, all I needed to do was to set the other creature's priorities straight.
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Comment down below: Who do you think the murderer is?
-Claire
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The Empty Room
Mystery / ThrillerWith a load of disastrous events weighing the family down, the Jones hope that they can find a new life in their new, yet mysterious home... that is, until their abused daughter, Taylor, runs away. An anonymous death note is left behind and the fam...
