The show was just getting good. The big reveal was going to happen and I would finally know who the killer really was. I heard rumbling coming from upstairs, creaking floorboards. I tried my best to ignore it, the detectives were finally moving in on the suspect’s house, arrest warrant in one hand, and gun in the other, officers in full tactical gear with shields and rifles ready to move in and take on the man barricaded within his own home. The creaking grew louder overhead and I heard a lamp break.
Dammit, what the hell is she doing up there...
"Honey?” I called from the bottom of the stairs, now fully disengaged with the story’s pay off and I was none too happy for it. Only groaning and the sounds of more things breaking and falling over answered me.
Swallowing my anger, and steeling myself against what kind of scene may be waiting for me once I get there, I ascended the stairs. Turning the corner and walking down the h