The Trance

"We will continue to keep you updated as news comes in."

Mitch’s hands begin to tremble uncontrollably as he realizes that it has to be her. His eyes grow wide as his mind reflects back to the perfume in the hallway.

"Could she be here," He wonders. "could she be hiding in my house waiting for the perfect moment to sneak up on me?"

He jumps up and runs to the bathroom, he slams the door and stares at himself in the mirror. His breathing has become rapid and his heart beat has more then doubled. He turns on the faucet and begins splashing cold water on his face. As he stares into the mirror he once again reflects on the events of that night 3 years ago.

He had just come in from work and was extremely tired. As he came in the door he smelt herbal tea. It was his wife’s favorite and she had always had some at this time of day as she sat down to watch her TV shows. He walked into the living room with a look of disgust on his face.

"What kind of screwed up family do we have here woman," He says as he throws his coat at his wife, causing her to drop her tea. "Would it kill you to have me a pot of coffee made when I get home from work? You know I don’t drink this crap."

Lisa climbs into the floor and begins to pick up her teacup. Her hands are shaking terribly as she looks up at him, her eyes slowly filling up with tears. "I’m sorry hun, I’ll try to do better next time," She says. "I promise."

"Are you cryin’ now? Are those tears in your eyes?"

"N-no sweetheart, I’m just tired. That’s all."

"Tired, now yer tired. I’m the one who has been workin’ all day, but yer the one that’s tired. Tell me somethin’ you lil slut, what reason do you have to be tired."

"I’m sorry Mitch, I guess I…"

Mitch smacks her across the face, knocking her back against her chair, causing the teacup to fly across the room and smash against the wall. She quickly curls up against her chair, holding her knees up against her chest with her face down hiding her tears.

"Where is our son?"

Wiping the tears from her eyes as she watches him closely, making very quiet sobbing sounds hoping that he doesn’t hear them. She begins to tremble violently as the fear overcomes her.

"Did you hear me?" He kicks her in the side as he asks. "I asked you where our son was."

"He’s upstairs in bed."

"Good"

He grabs his wife by the arm and drags her down the stairs to the basement. He got her to the basement and beat her violently in the stomach with his fist. He finally hits her one good time across the head and her body falls limp to the floor. He checks to see if she is still alive, and luckily she is. He goes upstairs and gets his son from his room bringing him down to the basement and laying him on the floor. He gets some candles and places them in a perfect circle around his son. He remembers seeing a stray cat out behind his house a few nights before, and he goes out to catch the cat.

Once he has the cat, he returns to the basement. He takes his knife out of his pocket (A pocket knife which she bought him for his birthday.) and cuts the cat’s throat.