~40 years ago, Corneria Police Dept.
"So Mrs. Huntsman, mind explaining the night when you strangled your infant son to death?" the detective slightly said in a calm and fashion way. No response.
"Mrs. Huntsman are you even listening to me?" "I asked why did you strangled your son to death?" Again no response.
"You do realize that you are being put in a death penalty for murder, do you not feel confident about your son?" A smirk was shown on Huntsman's face followed by laughter that arose loudly like that of a thousands sins. She got up and stared into the detective's eyes briefly making sure he feels fear. The detective was startled by this and called the guards who was at the door way to come in. Next thing he knew that he was slowly gagging for oxygen fearing for his life as Mrs. Huntsman chokes him. But, he heard a thump and opened his eyes again seeing a police man with a paralyzing gun in his hands.
"Detective, are you alright?," the guard said.
"Yes, I would like to see this witch in hell," he replied as the detective was getting up with the help of the guard.
"As you wish," the guard answered while cuffing the unconscious Huntsman and taking her to the death bed where her final resting place will be.
~40years later in the future.
The vulpine lay right there next to Krystal, who was sleeping in serenity. Fox was in some type of disturbance trying his hardest to get some sleep. The word, "death" had plagued his mind ever since he and his wife got home from the hospital. He quietly stepped outside on the balcony viewing the city limits from the forest beneath him. Fox rubbed his eyes a bit with his hands on his face. He wanted death out of his mind, but couldn't shake it. Footsteps were then heard from behind as Fox turned around to see Krystal fully awake and looking slightly worried about her husband.
"Anything wrong, Fox?" she said in a glance.
"Just been thinking about something," he hesitated trying his best not to scare Krystal.
"About what? Do you want to talk about?," the sapphire vixen asked as she sat down on the chair next to a table. Not wanting to take a chance, he agreed and sat right next to her explaining the situation he is in.
"I just couldn't get the thought of death out of my head," the vulpine replied looking at Krystal who had a worried expression on her face.
"Death...," Krystal said frowning. "Fox, I sense you are fearing the safety of our family with this new presence that entered our home," the vixen added.
"Indeed I am, I would do anything to protect this family from harm," as the vulpine interrupted his own sentence. "I...I just don't know what I'm going up against," Fox said with all his might.
"This is something that's completely new to us, and I know for one thing that this isn't Andross's doing," he claimed.
"Could this be the work of the paranormal world?," the vixen asked herself. She knew for the fact it was. Krystal began to think even deeper about the strange experiences she and Fox went through and getting lost in her thoughts.
"Hey, Krystal you there?" the vulpine nagged.
She blinked twice before returning to her normal state and seeing Fox in front of her placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry Fox, I kinda got lost in my thoughts." I'll explain everything tomorrow about it. "As for now -Yawns- let's just get back to bed," she replied.
The vulpine agreed and helped his wife get off her seat and turn to the door, sliding it. Then pulling the covers towards him and his wife. Finally getting some rest.
~Back to the past. Death has occurred.
The red vixen had been awaken only to find out she was covered in wires being watched by the faithful eyes of the police guards surrounding her. This was the day. Her final day. She heard a voice outside and immediately recognized who it belonged to.
"I now represent this women, Mrs. Huntsman, who had been proven guilty of murdering her own son, who was indeed a innocent young lad," the lupine continued. "It was a shame for her son to go through that," he added.
"Anyone want to take a stand to prove that Mrs. Huntsman is innocent?" "No." He then signaled the guard to flick the switch to let the poison take over Huntsman's body.
She laughed as if she was working for Satan. "After I die, I will continue to live and haunt with my son on my side. You folks will remember this day and it will linger on your souls to the day you die," and with that last breath of oxygen. She died. No one said a word about this dreadful day and left quietly in fear.