Who's happy to see me? No one? Well, then maybe I shouldn't write this story!
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Evie Leonard waved good bye to her friends as she walked out of the school parking lot and started the eight block trek to her home. She breathed in the sweet Spring air, smiling to herself. The past month had been hell on everybody. Sonny was still out there and as far as Danny and Alex were concerned, he was still dangerous. Evie never thought too much of it anymore. What was done, was done and she came to terms with it. "Besides," she would tell them, "if he really wanted to kill us, he would have come to do it by now, wouldn't he?" They were still overly cautious. And they were soon proven right.
Evie walked up the steps to her home and pulled out her house key only to find, she didn't need it. The door was already open. Evie looked around her. No one was in sight. She carefully pushed the front door opened the rest of the way and cautiously entered her childhood home.
"Mom?" she called out. No answer. She made her way down the hallway to the kitchen. "Mom?" she called out again. When she entered the kitchen, she saw it empty. She set her bag on the breakfeast nook and made her way around it, tripping over something and landing in something sticky. She looked down at her now red stained hands and her mouth fell open. She turned and saw what she tripped over.
"Mom!" she gasped out, rolling her over, but quickly recoiled when she saw her mother's throat had been slashed open. She screamed, backing away quickly. "No!" She was grabbing at the counter, screaming, crying, hyperventilating. "NO! MOM!"
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"How is she?" Danny asked Alex when he entered the crime scene.
"Not good, Danny," he replied. "She hasn't said a word and she's all pale." Danny nodded, understanding. What Evie saw was horrible. He could never really imagine it and he didn't really want to. They entered the living room. Evie was sitting there, staring at nothing, her eyes red and puffy from crying, a blanket draped around her.
"This is horrible," a random officer said. "Any idea who could do such a thing?" Danny and Alex both leveled their eyes at something on the wall behind Evie.
"A small one, yeah," Danny said. The officer turned to see what they were looking at. On the wall behind Evie the words "Tanglewood Lives On" were drawn in blood.
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Sonny is still out there. ooooooh!