It’s a normal day in suburbia. Bright and sunny; the smell of lemon freshener in the air. You’re at home, relaxing, a chorus of dogs barking outside, your spouse happily chit-chatting. Your mind wanders. Only for a few moments. Maybe just a few seconds. But long enough.

Long enough to be confused by the sudden silence, an eerie silence. The air’s suddenly pregnant with tension, thick with it.

You look at your spouse, searching for a clue, looking to understand. Hoping the answer to the silence lies in a loved one’s eyes. But when you look in their eyes, you aren’t greeted by love. You’re greeted by terror, a face filled with fear. A face filled with hate. Puzzled, you’re taken off-guard when your spouse suddenly lunges at you, grabbing a nearby kitchen knife. And starts stabbing you. Furiously. Fighting like a cornered animal. A whirling dervish of arms, glistening steel, and blood.

Your blood.

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Hater by David Moody (Thomas Dunne)