A small child peeked out from inside the dark cupboard. He didn't dare open the small gap any more, fearful of the stranger wandering in his home. His mother and father were still in the living room…
"Save me mommy," the boy whispered to himself.
To his relief, his parents walked into the kitchen. "Jack?" the mother asked, scanning the room. "Jack, where are you?" the father said, then turned to his wife. "Honey, I think something's wrong."
His eyes widened.
"Mary, DUCK!" he shouted, pushing her aside, a silver knife jabbed into his chest. Red liquid oozed out of the wound. The mother backed up towards the sink. "Anthony…?" she stared in horror at the now lifeless body. Then she looked up to face the killer. The murderer pulled out the weapon, resulting in the blood gushing out even more.
The young boy, now paralyzed with fear, scooted further to the back of the cupboard. "Daddy…?" he whispered in a shaky voice. He leaned forward once more to witness the death of his mother. The murderer was smiling.
"No, no, no…" the little boy whimpered, then backed up even more. He examined his surroundings, hoping for something to defend himself with. His eyes landed on a kitchen knife.
"Never EVER touch this, okay? It's sharp and can hurt people very, very badly." was the words of his mother, who is now dead. The boy was shaking, his hands grasping it. A memory ran through his head, a memory that wasn't his.
A man stood in the shadows, his bloodshot eyes targeting another man. He held up a shining knife, its blade glimmering wickedly in the dark. In mere seconds, the victim was dead.
When the boy came to his senses, the intruder was dead, killed swiftly in one stroke… the work of a professional.
Police were baffled by this case. They were particularly stumped by how the organs of the murderer were so carefully preserved and taken out, lined in alphabetical order: something a 6 year old boy shouldn't know how to do…