No one had expected the loud scream of Thomas in the lazy Saturday evening. At first they thought it was just their neighbor's usual quarrel that ended with a door slam or an engine picking up.
But the cry continued, going deeper and scarier, intriggering the neighbors, as a partner would get up lazily heading straight to an open when they could have a view of what was going on.
Doors and windows were flipped open carelessly, just for a little peak of curiosity on what was going on between the Griffins again.
Many of them were mostly women, so they could have something to gossip about.
The boredom on their faces turned to a horrific petrifying expression, as they saw laying lifelessly on her ribcage Katherine Griffin, the mother of two, which one had passed away. Well known as their disturbed neighbor, in a pool of her own blood, the one she had tried shedding for months since she lost her boy. She ran depressed and extremely aggressive with everyone.
