...because the note said
P.P.S. I am dead
She knew that something strange was going on, but she just couldn't put her finger on it, that is, the strange thing going on. She remembered something: when she had looked out the window, the family dog was barking at a strange clocked man with a kitchen knife in his hand who was bushing his way through the man door. The family dog never barks at strange men with kitchen knifes...
But this only made things more confusing. Why would that man with the knife be wearing an Italian brand suite? Why was his head missing? Why was he covered in the blood...of the innocent? Most pressing was why he was now standing right in the room next to her?
(OP: Ben, January 31 2007)
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