The suffocating tension hung heavy in the air, like an oppressive shroud that refused to lift. The eerie silence that had settled over the house after months- months of sweet content life, only broken by the the occasional, shallow breaths of Theo and Mary, their faces etched with a calm dread.
Moonlight filtered through curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows that danced eerily on the walls as if the very room itself mourned the grisly turn of events.
The intruder’s lifeless body lay sprawled in the open luggage, the metallic scent of blood penetrated the memory of Theo, coppery and thick, pervaded the room, mixing with the fruity odor of room fresheners and forgotten secrets. The wind blew outside, roaring in the night, and the thunders under the shadow of thin clouds, from the windo
