Later that evening, David returned at 5:30 pm. He entered his home and called to his mother, “Mom! I’m home!”… No answer…
“Mom? Are you there?”
Still no answer.
Steadily, David walked throughout the house. At this point he felt queer, extremely uneasy in his stomach. He knew, without a doubt in his mind something was definitely wrong. “Mom, I…” Abruptly, he stopped dead in his tracks. As he pushed the oak door to his mother’s bedroom, he saw blood splattered all over the teak flooring and sprawled on the bed, was his mother’s bloody body.