𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖

wouldn't hurt a fly

ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅᴇ

Several police cars and an ambulance crowd the streets just outside of the white fenced two-story house belonging to the Anderson's.

Yellow tape surrounds the perimeter as neighbors begin to step out in their pajamas to see what all the commotion is about.

Mrs. Julia Anderson's lifeless body is carried on a stretcher while rolled outside of the home and into the back of the ambulance. Forensic experts follow suit with cameras and bags of evidence. One scowls while the other shakes his head.

"Jesus, what happened?" Mr. Miller, Julia's next door neighbor emerges from his house with a petrified look on his wrinkled face.

"Poor thing was stabbed to death." Another woman answers.

"I heard the inside is painted with blood from how many times the knife entered her guts." Another chatty housewife whispers to her friend.

Who in the world would want to hurt Julia? She was the most kind and humble woman he ever knew. She wouldn't hurt a fly. He couldn't help but suspect James, her husband.

They had been going through a rough patch according to the rumors being spread around in their small neighborhood. Some even say he was having an affair with one of his students.

"Let's go, people nothing to see here." An officer announces as he notices everyone starting to worry about what troubles might loom in the middle of the night.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Miller spots another forensic expert carry out a clear bag with a knife dipped in crimson colored blood.

He couldn't help but wonder, what sort of monster had been holding it just hours before the 911 call.