Vaya, Lily, and I laughed loudly with our plastic cups in our hand. We had just witnessed a large spill in the living room. Rondo, the host of the party, yelled obnoxiously at the spiller before heading to the paper towels.

It was a Friday night, and we had all gotten drunk. There were solo cups all over the floor, and streamers hung messily from the fireplace. Vaya laughed hysterically and plop...

Last November 1st, in the trash laden aftermath of my Halloween party, I found a bloodstained knife in the butter. I didn’t think it odd. The party we held the night before had fake-blood chocolate pudding, Jello made to look like brains, and spaghetti sauce without garlic, because we didn’t want to offend any fake vampires.

Pulling out the knife, I saw that the blood had run all through the butt...

Lingering over the last savory bite of the roast, I wiped my mouth as the doorbell rang. Dropping my napkin and reaching for my butcher knife I think, mmmm sounds like dessert....

“Scrub those.”

I stood at the side of the kitchen. Sweat accumulated on my top lip, and the persistent stench of stewed cabbage had started to curl the ends of my hair.

Steam had fogged the skylight windows above. Copper pots on the gas stoves still bubbled, and orange, green and yellow peelings littered the adjacent worktops like scattered leaves.

The grand meal in the Great Hall had apparentl...

All the color drained from her face as she stared at the dark crimson liquid. She struggled to recall anybody leaving the table… not even for the toilet. A gasp escaped her lips, for surely this meant there was cadaver, lying lifeless in her house.

She raced up the winding staircase and searched frantically. In every corner and crevice she looked, she flinched, expecting to see a corpse.

...

There was no question about it, this knife was bloody. I know blood when I see it being an individual full of the stuff. But this wasn’t my blood, and it was dry, so my question was whose blood was it? It couldn’t have possibly been from a dinner party guest, the blood would have been fresh otherwise. And it wasn’t from the chef, it was vegan night. That’s how I knew it was off. No I fear this was...

Finally all the kids are gone and I can finally go to bed. After my little brother birthday party and running around after little kids I was so excited to go to sleep. Hold it right there , my dad stopped me right in front of the stairs. Your better go help your mom clean up , he said I’m an authority figure but I could take hi, seriously because he was wearing a clown costume. In chuckles i said ...

“Ok,” the officer says with a deep huff that is some obvious mix of impatient, frustrated and exasperated. He is about 40, white, with short black hair with some stray grays around the temples, black framed glasses and a bit of a beer belly. “Maybe you should just start at the beginning. What were you doing before you say you ‘found’ the knife?” It is clear from his tone that he isn’t going to bel...

(Another rushed)

A knife was covered in thick, red blood, and it was dripping, meaning somebody recently got stabbed, slashed and most likely murdered. I then saw blood drops, which led all the way into the basement. I was hesitant to go down but did so anyways. Downstairs, the room was dim and gloomy, and there was a rotting smell. It was as if someone did not shower for an entire year. When I t...

The dinner is over and although I enjoyed it , I forgot I have to now clean up. I look around and all I can do is shake my head. I go to put the last of the dishes in the sink and that where I saw it under another dish. A bloody knife. At first I didn’t even know what I was looking at. You know how you see something but trying to convince yourself it’s not what it looks like.That was me standing ...