Mary watched the blood pour from the wound. There was nothing quite like the sight and smell of blood.

The body was still alive; there was still a slight rising and falling. Dad always said you had to finish what you started. Mary stabbed the body again between the ribs before twisting the blade slightly and withdrawing it slowly.

“All done”, she said proudly.

Emily sat in the corner crying and afraid. Daddy wasn’t moving or talking anymore.

Mary wiped the blood from the blade on her dress and turned towards Emily, “Nap time sweetheart”.

Emily screamed at her mother.