She was home alone. Her husband left very early in the morning for his usual Saturday morning exercise and he was not expected home until noon. The house was dead silent and that was exactly what she wanted. She had works to do and noise was the last thing she could tolerate.
She was deep in thought so she didn’t realize that music was playing in the living room located downstairs. By and by the music wafted into her ears as it got louder. Initially, she thought it was her imagination that was playing tricks on her, but with time it became obvious that it was real. She was home alone and therefore couldn’t understand how music would just start playing. Besides, it was Yanni and she wasn’t a fan. Her husband wasn’t, either. They actually hated yanni’s songs as they always sounded spine-chilling.
Gripped by fear and curiosity, she climbed out of bed and started downstairs on tiptoe. The music stopped playing and the lights went out the moment she stepped into the living room. She let out a muffled scream. She was so afraid that she couldn’t move a muscle. She closed her eyes and awaited her fate. She flinched when suddenly the music came back on, this time, at full blast. Then followed the lights.
She didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to see her assailant. She didn’t want to know what he was going to do to her. He should just go ahead and do it. But her curiosity got the better of her. And when she opened her eyes, she saw the message written in blood on the TV screen:
AVENGE MY DEATH!
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