11/12/1992

Rain was harshly pelting the glass of the windows, while thunder boomed and lightning ripped across the sky. The lightning strikes would briefly light up the yard. Looking out the window near the dining room table, Lori worried for her dear husband hoping he would make it home safely with this storm.

Sitting with Lori at the table were her twin daughters, Avalynn and Emma who were three years old. They sat at the oak dining room table in their high chairs coloring pictures using crayons. She sat in a chair in between the two and watched them color. Diner was cooking in her crock pot, and it would be done soon.

Soon Lori's timer for dinner dinged and so she eased herself out of the oak chair. Once balanced she made her way to the crock pot. Lori stood at five foot two, she had wavy copper red hair, with warm ivory skin her eyes a bright intimidating icy blue with hazel speckles. She wore a gray maternity dress that slit on both sides at about mid-thigh. She was 7 months pregnant with a baby boy, it was her husband's first boy.

She checked the meat, carrots and potatoes. Once she was sure it was all done she dished the girls their plates to let them cool and she got the girls apple juice to go with the roast and vegetables. She dished herself a plate and she then went to the table and took the crayons and paper, telling them it was time for dinner.

She set their plates in front of them along with their sippy cups of apple juice. She got her plate and cup of milk. She then returned to the table and the three family members ate their dinner.

Once dinner was done Lori cleaned up and took the two girls upstairs to get ready for bed. She got them dressed.

"Okay go brush your teeth and go potty" she said in a gentle soothing manner.

The girls smiled and ran off toward the bathroom. Iris was on her purple stool getting toothpaste on her toothbrush, when she couldn't get it she looked at her mom.

"Mommy help me....I I can't get it " she said.

Lori laughed gently and then she helped her children and she followed them to their room. Their room was half pink and half purple with dark cherry wood floors. They curled up to Lori as she read them their favorite bedtime story, The little red hen. The two girls drifted off to sleep, she slipped out of their room cracking their door and turning on the hall light.

She went down the hall to the living room, which was furnished with a white rug, one black couch and one black loveseat, a black recliner, two black end tables and a cherry wood coffee table.

She sat down and she gently rubber swollen belly, "I can't wait to meet you darling. "

As she sat waiting for her husband she began to fall asleep. After about two hours she was woke to loud aggressive banging on the front door. Fear filled her and she quickly and quietly got up and she said, "who is there?"

No one replied, had she imagined the whole thing? She went to sit back down when the Knocks came again only they seemed even more aggressive than the last. Scared and confused, Lori grabbed a butcher knife and slipped down the hall to her children's room and she got them up telling them to be quiet.

She took them to her room where she had a secret compartment under a rug she stuffed them in telling them to stay quiet and either her or daddy would find them but until then they needed to stay there. She covered the secret compartment. And she went back to the front room.

"Who is there? Answer me!" She snapped.

"Let me in!!" The male voice demanded angrily.

"Go away or I'll call the cops!!" She yelled as she grabbed the landline phone, when she tried to dial out she realized that there was no dial tone.

The man began to cackle darkly, "Oh your not calling anybody sweetheart..."

Lori gasped and whimpered quietly as she was trying to come up with a plan. She needed to protect her children. Then the man began to kick at the door to knock it down. She went to the kitchen door quietly grabbed her keys and slipped out locking the door back up and she shook around. Just as she made it to the front he had finally got the door down and she heard him say, "oh girly come out...."

She was trying to sneak up on him, as he was looking about he living room he began to kick furniture over and she came running at him as his back was turned. And he spun around and punched her causing her to drop the knife.

"Your not very smart my dear."

Lori laid on the ground as she tried to get up the man stomped onto her arm she cried out in pain. The man laughed and he repeated stomping on her arms. She cried out begging him to stop then he grabbed her by her hair and jerked her up and he grabbed the knife.

She was wincing as her jerked her up by her hair and she watched him.

"Maybe I should kill the unborn child first?....or the twin girls?..... you? No your last I want you to watch as I kill your children you Bitch" the man contemplated laughing and he sneered at her.

She was in tears, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why?! You damn well know why!!" He snapped slamming her into a wall, her head hitting a picture frame causing it to shatter, cutting her, she began to bleed.

He dragged her to the twin's bedroom and he threw her onto Avalynn's bed, he then slammed opened their closet door only to find clothes and toys no children. He snarled and he checked under the bed as he was looking under the bed Lori stomped onto his head, when he let go of the knife in surprise she took it and backed up.

He stood up, "You bitch, now you are going to wish I just killed you. " he rushed toward her and she yelped closing her eyes and she stabbed him. He collapsed and she was crying and shaking. She felt a contraction and she cried out. She began to walk away from him. When he got up. She had got him in the shoulder. He pulled out the knife, and out of pure anger he rammed the blade into her back it went through her back and the baby she cried out in pain, he took the knife out and he began to aggressively stab her.

Once he stopped he began to wonder the house looking for the girls, he came to the parent's closet and opened the door, he noticed a rug on the ground obviously freshly moved and he smirked. He was holding the blade in his left hand with blood dripping from it, tapping the wood.