Lawrence, Kansas November 2nd, 1983
It was a quiet night. The sky was clear and the stars visible in the night sky.
In a two story house, there lived a family of four. A mother, Mary, mesmerizingly beautiful with her long, blonde hair, and a father, John, with broad shoulders, short, dark brown hair and stubble, as well as their two children; Dean, a four year old boy with medium length blonde hair, and Sam, a six month old baby.
Mary was on the second floor together with her older son Dean, as she walked into the last room to left of the corridor. She was carrying Dean on her left arm as she walked into the room.
"Come on, let's say good night to your brother" she said as she turned on the light in the room. She smiled as she put Dean down on the floor. Dean ran over to the crib standing at the far end wall of the room, right next to the window.
"Night Sam" he said as he climbed up on the crib, leaned into it, and kissed his baby brother on the forehead. Mary had reached the crib as was gazing lovingly at her two beloved children. Dean got down from the crib as Mary took a step closer.
"Good night love" she said with a wide smile as she caressed Sam's hair. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and Sam tried to control his arms enough to let himself touch his mother's cheek as she kissed him.
"Hey Dean" you could hear from behind them. Dean turned his head and saw his father standing in the doorway wearing a brown shirt. His smile was as big as his face would allow it to be. Dean's face lit up as he turned around and ran towards his father.
"Daddy!" he exclaimed as he ran towards his father, arms extended in front of him.
"Hey buddy!" his father replied as he reached out his arms and picked Dean up.
"So what do you think? Do you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" he asked his son.
"No daddy!" Dean replied laughingly.
"Noo" John replied, mimicking Dean's reaction. As John had been speaking to his son, Mary had turned around and was on her way out of the room.
"Got him?" she asked her husband as she exited the room.
"Yeah, I've got him" he replied as he looked over at Sam's crib with a proud look in his eyes. Dean hugged his father and received a hug just as big.
"Sweet dreams Sam" he said as he rubbed Dean's back. You could hear baby sounds coming from the crib, as if Sam was trying to reply his father. John turned around and walked out of the nursery, still carrying Dean on his arm, and he turned off the light.
Suddenly, very slowly, the mobile above Sam's bed began to spin, the music softly playing. The clock on the wall, with trucks, boats and planes instead of numbers, began ticking loudly. After a few ticks, it stopped at 8:13pm. All of sudden, the light, shaped like a moon, on the wall behind the crib, began flickering.
A few hours later, as Mary lay asleep, the baby monitor picked up on sounds from the nursery. You could hear Sam being awake, but there was also a lot of static coming from the baby monitor. Mary woke up, tired after the long day she had had at the house, cleaning and taking care of her children.
"John?" she muttered, still half asleep, as she turned on her bed side lamp. On her bedside table you could see a picture of her and her husband, hugging each other close. The baby monitor kept on alerting her that Sam was awake as she turned around in the bed to wake her husband up. When she had turned around, she saw that the other side of the bed was empty, and with a confused and tired look, she turned back around and got out of bed. She walked out of the main bedroom and into the hallway. She yawned as she entered the hallway and began walking towards the nursery. The nursery was located on the opposite side of the corridor from the main bedroom, so she simply just walked out of the main bedroom, took two steps, and was in the nursery. She rubbed her eyes as she enter the nursery, and she saw a figure standing by Sam's crib.
"John? Is he hungry?" she asked her husband who was standing by the crib.
"Shhhh…" he replied as he slowly turned his head to the side.
"Okay" Mary replied as she turned around to go back to bed. Just as she was about to enter the main bedroom, the light at the other end of the corridor began to flicker, and she stopped in her step. She slowly walked over to the lamp, which had a picture from her and her husband's wedding day was hanging underneath. When she reached the lamp, she tapped it with her fingertips. She tapped it a few times until it eventually stopped flickering.
"Hmm" she uttered as she turned around to go back to the bedroom. But something stopped her.
From the first floor she could hear the sound of the TV, and with a confused look on her face, she began down the stairs. The stairs creaked with each step she took as she made her way down the stairs. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she glanced into the living room. The television was on, and there, in the light of the TV, she could see her husband lying asleep in the sofa. Panic filled her body as she quickly realized that the figure she had seen by Sam's crib side was not her husband. She gasped as she quickly turned around and began up the stairs, running as fast as her legs would take her.
"Sammy!" she yelled as she ran up the stairs. "Sammy!" she continued as she reached the second floor and ran down the corridor towards the nursery. She ran into the nursery and stopped in the middle of the room. Then there was only screaming.
John woke up to the screaming of his wife.
"Mary!" he yelled as he got out of the sofa. "Mary!" he continued as he ran up the stairs. He ran towards the nursery and this time the door to the nursery was closed. He opened the door and ran inside.
"Mary" she said as he stood in the nursery. The room being completely empty excluding Sam and himself. He looked around with a confused look on his face as he walked over to Sam's crib.
"Hey little man" he said as he pushed down the side of the crib.
"You okay?" he asked, looking at his son in relief that he had only been imagining his wife's screams. Then, something began to drip onto the blanket Sam was lying on. John reached into the crib and for the spot on the blanket. As his fingers were lingering over the spot, whatever had dripped onto the blanket was now dripping onto the back of his hand. Confusion took over his entire face, the relief he had just felt nowhere to be seen. He slowly lifted his head towards the ceiling. John gasped and fell to the floor as he saw his wife pinned to the ceiling, her abdomen cut open.
"No! Mary!" he exclaimed as he crawled backwards. Flames busted out from behind his wife's body, eating the ceiling in the nursery.
"No! Aahh!" he said as he tried to protect his face from the flames. Fear took over his entire being as the flames grew larger by the seconds, now covering the entire ceiling of the nursery. Sam began to cry as the heat from the flames began to get to him, and the sound from the burning ceiling became too loud for his sensitive ears. Snapping back to reality, John got up off of the floor, reached into the crib and picked up Sam and ran towards the door.
"Daddy!" Dean cried out a his father reached the corridor.
"Take your brother outside as fast as you can, don't look back. Now Dean, go!" John yelled as he handed over his little boy to Dean. Dean ran towards the stairs as fast as he could as John turned around, getting ready to go back into the nursery to save his wife. Dean was running down the stairs as John entered the nursery again.
"Mary!" he yelled as held up his hands attempting to cover his face from the heat and flames. The fire had caught on to the walls, shelves and crib by now.
"No!" he yelled as the flames exploded from the ceiling.
Dean ran out the front door and onto the law, holding his baby brother.
"I'm here Sammy" he said as he lifted his head and looked up at the window to the nursery. In an instant, he was lifted off of the ground, still holding his little brother, as John had made it out the front door.
"I've got you" John said as he ran away from the house and the flames, holding his two children. Just as they were out of reach, the windows of the nursery exploded, glass flying everywhere, the flames now attempting to catch onto the rest of the house.
Firetrucks and ambulances were occupying the street as the firefighters were putting out the fire, their red lights blazing. They had been working for a long time when the flames eventually died out.
"Stay back. You have to stay back" a police man told the neighbors as they gathered on the street, curious as to what was happening and as to if someone had gotten hurt. The police man continued pushing the neighbors back, off of the street.
On the other side of the street, a 1967 Chevrolet Impala was parked, and sitting on the hood of the car was John, holding his two sons closely. He kissed Sam's forehead as he slowly turned his head up and stared into space, his eyes stern and serious. Tears ran down his cheeks as revenge filled his eyes.