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My wife Anita and I were always fighting. It wasn't so bad while we were newly weds, but after Clarence was born everything went downhill. One night, things got so bad that Anita came at me with my butcher knife. I wrenched it out of her hands and started to beat her senselessly. When I finally calmed down, Anita was dead. I panicked, and buried her in the small forest that was taking over our backyard. My son was at school, so I had time to burn my clothes with some old newspapers and take a shower. I picked up Clarence, and when he asked about mom, I quickly said she was feeling a little under the weather.

A few weeks passed, and eventually the nightmares of blood and screaming finally stopped. As I lied in my bed, I realized that I should leave town, and tell Clarence that his mother was dead.

"Hey Clarence,"I murmured to the five year old boy in his room, playing with his teddy bear,"I need to tell you something,"

Clarence looked up,"I need to ask you somethin' Daddy,"

"You go first,"I say quietly.

"I think there's somethin' wrong with Mommy,"

I feel my heart break a little,"Clarence-"

"When I try to talk to her, she doesn't hear me and she always follows you everywhere! Even the bathroom! She's right there! See! Right behind you with the big knife!"

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