Warning: This work has been rated 16+.
Sweat glistened on Leonard's back in the dim moonlight that shone directly into his marital bedroom. A loud crash from the outside awoke him with a start and he instinctively pulled Viola to his chest careful not to hurt her protruding stomach for she was with child.
Signaling her to remain still, Leo tiptoed out of bed and grabbed his hunting gun off the wall. Gathering courage, he cocked it and opened the door.
"Who goes there?" He growled as deeply as he could.
An eerie silence slapped him right in the face in response. Realizing there was no one, he turned on his heel to go back to bed when he saw a slim shadow of a man cast on the wall opposite the nursery.
With shivers racing down his spine he walked over and just as he was about to reach the nursery, the man brushed past him at break neck speed down the hall, Leo could feel his heart pacer going crazy as he chased after the intruder.
The intruder was fast and Leo was no match for him. He ran out the door and into the night. Leo stood at the door breathlessly arms akimbo unable to make sense of what he had just seen.
With shaky hands, he latched the door and made his way back to the nursery. It was in apple pie order except for the little chairs the intruder had knocked over.
Even in his predicament, he cracked a smile at the immense beauty of the nursery his wife had set up for the incoming babies. Making up his mind to go and check on Viola and call the police, he turned to leave when he froze dead in his tracks.
On the table lay a letter addressed to him in bold lettering. He could almost taste his fear on his tongue as he recognized the handwriting. Gathering courage, he opened it and written inside was message that made his blood curdle. Written was, 'The wind at the graveyard calls your name and now a penance of fire is to be paid, 09-05-2004'
He broke into uncontrollable trembles and decided it was time he took Viola and left the god awful country. With tears pooling at his eyes, he half ran to his room.
Lying on the bed was Viola in a turbid mess of amniotic fluid. Her water had broken.