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.

She searched every nook and cranny in her ginormous house, but no body was found.

Descending back to the kitchen, she sat there, puzzled.

A loud banging erupted from the front door. She turned to get it and faced a full body mirror.

And as the blood oozed from the stab wound in her abdomen, Elizabeth Mae realized at last why she couldn’t find the body.