"Honey, what was that?" The housewife stared out from the den's window, as she sees someone wandering about in the garden. The husband kept his eyes glued to the Tv screen, and ignored whatever his wife said. The wife turned to him, and smacks him on his head with her mittens. "Look, there's a drunk in our garden, do something." The husband sighed.
"All right, all right, I'll just scare him off. I'll be back," grunted the husband as he got off his fat bum from the cozy sofa chair. He walked out from the den and into the hallway to the patio. Wife looked back outside and she notices something strange: the stranger has disappeared. She hopes for the best- and somehow for the worst.
The husband walked away from the patio and into the garden. He slammed open the fence leading into the garden. He takes a quick look around as he held his hips with his hands. He chuckled, "There's nobody here. You're loony. Whatever it is, it probably went into the woods!" The wife snarled at him as he pointed and laughed at her.
Thud. The husband turned around quickly. It was only the hoe that fell from the fence. He roared with laughter even more. He found this funny. Angry, the wife shutted the curtains that was hanging near the window.
The husband leans down to pick up the hoe, when he found something that sure caught his eye. He bended down to the ground to investigate, and discovers a rather large footprint. He scratches his head, as he realizes that maybe his wife wasn't wrong. He grabbed the hoe, and stood up.
"Okay, game's up! This is private property, so beat it or you'll have the cops wailing on your ass," shouted the husband. No response came, and this raged him even more. "Look, I'm not shitting around, I really will beat the shit out of you," spitted the enraged husband.
Suddenly, everything turned red. He just had a butcher knife inserted into his forehead from behind. He groans, and coughed coldly as he staggers on the ground. His body gives out, and.. he's done. But who killed him? Is the wife in danger?
The wife sat at her husband's sofa chair, rubbing her hands nervously. It shouldn't take that long to walk from the garden to the house, she thought. I hope he didn't go into the woods. Danger lurks there.
The front door slammed. She turned her head, and stood up to the hallway. Wait, where is he? She rubbed her left arm with her right hand, and walked to the door. She opened it, and is met with the chilly wind of November night. She sighed, and shut the door. She walked back down the hallway and into the kitchen.
She picked up the teapot, and poured some tea into a fancy cup of hers. She takes a sip, and holds it down gently. She smiled at sweet taste of tea, how it's dripping down her throat and warming her up. Screeh. She heard another noise, but it was something different this time around. What was it?