text: Charlotte wondered if she should ask him to stop. She saw her little sister Megan struggling, failing to get his hands off her mouth with her tiny hands. It was Megan’s third birthday today. They had just finished unwrapping all the presents and settled a fight over a tall Elsa doll their dad had gifted them. Girls had agreed to keep the doll between their twin beds in the shared bedroom. Charlotte looked at the doll and decided to get Olaf for her birthday. 'Megan would love that too', she thought, her eyes back on her sister. Megan had stopped struggling. ‘Daddy, is Megan okay?’, she asked her dad. ‘Yes honey. She is. She is sleeping’, he said as he waked over to Charlotte’s bed. ‘But her eyes are open and...’, she paused, something was different about her dad, his face looked like the ‘scary man’ from the park who stared at them while they played on the slide. ‘Her eyes are open, and she is staring at the ceiling’, she said pointing at Megan. Megan lied motionlessly on the bed; her hazel eyes wide open, pointed straight at the ceiling. ‘Yes Cherry, she is okay. She is with Mommy.’, he said looking around for something. Charlotte sensed that something was wrong, ‘Daddy, are you okay? Are you going to do the same thing to me like Megan?’. Startled by her question, he looked at her and moved closer. Kissing her on forehead he slid her in the bed. Her fragile presence was dominating. 'Stay here sweetheart, Daddy has to finish some work downstairs. I will be back in few minutes', he said as he got up from her bed. His wife’s severed head rested on their coffee table right next to the couch. Her body was lying on floor, headless. The expensive rug was soaked in a pool of blood spouted from her neck where her head was once attached. He didn’t remember cutting her head off. He didn’t even remember getting a knife. He looked at her head, her golden hairs flowing on the coffee table. She deserved what she got, he thought. Bending down, he picked up the sharp knife covered in blood from the soused rug. He had the whole plan ready to dispose of the bodies and then file a missing persons report. He no longer has to worry about taking care of the unworthy. The images of the guy from the park standing at his door with a letter in his hand flashed in front of his eyes. The letter lied there, next to his wife's head on their coffee table. The letter. He remembered, blacking out with rage and never reading it. Hurriedly, he opened the letter. As he read, his rage turned to despair. He had done a mistake, a grave one. ‘Daddy, is everything okay? Where’s Mommy?’ Charlotte called walking down the stairs. ‘Yes. I did a mistake but I am always going to be with you’, he said with an eerie smile. Charlotte was standing looking in the living room, her face full of fear and terror. Looking into her dark eyes for a moment, he slid the knife across his throat. Charlotte screamed as blood splurged out her dad’s neck. His body fell on the ground with a thud right next to his wife’s headless torso. The letter, still in his hand soaked in their blood from the carpet. ‘A five-year-old was found hiding in her bedroom closet, alone and scared, in a home with three dead bodies. The bodies were discovered by the girl’s biological father, a cop, who was at their house this morning to speak with the parents. The biological father said in his interview to us that he will continue to fight for custody of the surviving child. Police also mention that 'a letter' was recovered form the crime scene.