Deadly Secrets

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Abby started thinking about the strange dream she had as she's tidying up the kitchen.

She dreamt she was busy doing the dishes when she hears a woman screaming for help.

Glancing out the window, she sees a short, stocky man dragging something across the yard.

Looking a little closer she sees he's dragging a thin, frail looking woman behind him.

Her small, pale face is a bloody mess from where he'd beat her. Her eyes are so swollen

she could barely open them. Her golden blond hair was caked with mud and clumps of

dried blood. Her beautiful white dress was shredded to pieces.

As they get closer, Abby sees the man has bound her hands and feet with a rope. She then

notices the young woman trying to dig her heels in the dirt as the bearded man continued

towards the open flame.

"Please don't do this, Jack, please! I promise I'll never try and leave you again, I swear I

won't," the woman begs.

"I warned you what would happen if you left me, but you didn't listen," he says, tightening

his grip on the rope

"I'll start listening to you! I swear I will."

"It's too late for that now!"'

"No Jack, please don't do this. Please, for the girl's sake."

"Your precious girls are already dead!" he spat, tugging her across the yard.

"You didn't!" she tearfully cries.

"See for yourself." He stops a few feet from the fire. Looking over she sees her beautiful

daughters lying motionless, side by side in the dirt.

"No, not the girls," she cries.

"It's all your fault, you wretched whore," he screams.

"I have to save her." Abby tries running for the door but her body refused to move.

She tried again, but her feet remain firmly in place.

"No, stop, don't!" Abby yells, banging on the kitchen window. Jack continues to pull the

battered woman closer to the fire. Abby tries to move again, but her feet remained glued

to the floor. Looking up, she sees a small black book fall out of the lady's pocket as she's

swings into the air.

"Please don't do this!" The woman begs as he flings her towards the fire.

"Rot in Hell you wench," he yells watching the flames engulf her petite body. Grabbing a

child's small lifeless body, he throws it into the flames. He started to picks up another

when Adam started crying.

"Thank god Adam woke me up when he did." Shivering, she tosses the broom in the

closet."

***

Greg was in his office, looking over a report when he overhears two gentlemen talking in

the hallway.

"I heard our new manager is living at the old Arnold house."

"Really?"

"Yeah."