It was a lot more difficult to fish-flop in through my bedroom window than it was to slither out, so I peeked through our living room window to see if it was safe to sneak through the front door. The lamps had been turned off inside, which usually meant that my parents had gone to bed. From the living room I could see through into the kitchen, and the light was on over the stove. My dad was a late-night snacker, so I stood there for a minute to make sure he didn’t appear at the refrigerator door. After a few seconds of studying the shadows, my eyes sorted out some unusual shapes on the living room floor. At first I thought one might be Joker, our black Lab, but the shapes weren’t really the same dense black that he was. It took a few minutes more before my brain identified what I was staring at.
My parents lay on the ivory carpet, their arms and legs kinked at odd angles, as if they were trying to swim through the dark pools of blood surrounding them.
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