Your mother, Mrs. Leo, had instructed you to stay upstairs tonight. Fearing her reaction, you complied without question. However, you soon heard screams coming from downstairs. One voice was unmistakable—it sounded like your dad. Another was a woman's voice. —————

You crept out of your room and down the hallway. The screams had faded, leaving only the sound of the clock ticking with each second in the kitchen. Peering in, you saw your dad and his girlfriend. They were dead.