Last night did not feel comfortable at all for me or for my family. I walked up to the shop with Dylan in order to get some air and refresh myself from having been indoors all day yesterday. The topic turned towards death and life, and the brevity of life, and then we were greeted by the sign at the shop telling of the headlines in the Worcester News about a man who had driven his two children into the River Avon over in Evesham. To add to the tragedy of the weekend, it turns out that there was also a body discovered in a stream here in Worcester. I hear that the man, in his 30’s was stabbed and shot, though I have yet to see news to confirm this.
On the way home from picking up the newspaper and all of the things we were after at the shop, we ran into a neighbour who informed us that the man who had driven his children into the river had previously lived within a stone’s throw of our front door in our street, and that the five year old has died earlier in the day. She also said that another neighbour close to us has been disallowed to be alone with his children because he has been “fiddling with his daughter.”
I got home to find Katrina sitting in the living room with the hammer in hand because Kirynie has been freaking out and pointing to the windows, so rather than disregard her instinct, Katrina armed herself and took Kiry into her protection.
At bedtime, we locked up and checked all the locks and windows a second time, and left some extra lights on as we went into the bedrooms.
Too many things pointed in the direction of something bad happening, so we adjusted and went to bed a little on edge, even bringing Kiry in with us to sleep just so we’d have that extra feeling of security. It was too eerie of a night for any of us.