Prologue
It was October 1st, 1995. The front door immediately opened.
“I’m home,” the woman entering the house quickly announced. There was no response from the inside. “Is there anybody else home?” the woman loudly wondered. Upon entering the kitchen, she set her purse down on the counter. She then looked around as she paced around the house. Despite how big it actually was, she didn’t wander among every single room; she already lived in it after all. She only wondered whether anybody else was present or if she was alone in the house. “Hello!?” she loudly called out.
“Hello?” a muffled voice responded.
“Jim,” the woman added, “is that you?”
“Yeah, I’m outside,” the muffled voice said to her. Presumably, that voice was from none other than her husband.
This of course led the woman to immediately walk outside and see what exactly he was up to. Upon noticing the latter, she quickly looked up as her husband was apparently up on the room, doing God knows what.
Much to both their dismay, their son (who looked to be around 9-years of age) was standing in the kitchen motionless, staring at his mother who was no more than 4-feet away from him.
Oddly enough, the mother did not seem to notice her child; she didn’t even take a second to look down.
Without hesitating, the son turned around and walked over to one of the kitchen drawers. Upon pulling said drawer out, he took out what appeared to be a small kitchen knife. While holding the butt of the knife in his fist, he cocked his head to the left to make sure his mother was none the wiser. And surprisingly enough, she was. To avoid drawing attention to himself, the son then dropped the knife into his right pants-pocket.
It wasn’t until the son walked and exited the kitchen that his mother finally noticed him. “Robbie?” she called out to him.
“What?” the husband replied.
“I just saw Robbie leaving the kitchen”
“Oh,” the husband added, “how convenient.”
“I’m gonna check on him,” the wife announced before re-entering the kitchen. Knowing her son had just left said kitchen, the mother then went into the hallway. The son’s room was the nearest by, which meant that it was, of course, the first room she walked over to. “Robbie,” she called out, after knocking on the door, “can I come in, honey?”
There was no answer.
Presuming he didn’t hear her, the mother knocked on the door again. “Robbie, honey, are you there?”
Again, there was no answer.
The mother then asked, “Are you feeling okay?” After her third attempt, there was still no answer. Out of options, she then turned the doorknob and slowly opened it. Upon entering, she quickly noticed how dimly lit the bedroom was. “Robbie?” the mother called out quietly.
Immediately then, the son finally appeared after hiding behind the door.
“Robbie!” the mother belched as she pressed her hand against her chest with a sigh of relief. “You had me worried, sweety.”
Two which, the son slowly reached into his pocket.
“What do you have there?” the mother curiously asked him.
But instead of answering her verbally, the son, right then and there, immediately pulled out the knife from his pocket and jabbed the blade into the left side of his mothers neck.
This of course prevented the mother from crying out in agony. After slowly exiting the room, she placed her hands on the hallway wall to keep her balance. “Help!!!” she called out; supposedly to her husband who was presumably still outside. But it wasn’t loud enough, as the blade was still in her neck, resulting in her either choking on the blade itself or on her own blood. Unable to breathe, she finally collapsed.
As such, the son slowly exited his room and watched as his fatally wounded mother lied on the wooden floor, struggling to catch her breath — with the knife still jabbed in her neck.
With her very last breath, the mother looked up at her son and uttered her last word to him, “Why???”
Looking down, the son gazed (and even smirked) at his mother’s lifeless body.
