I got an idea from a dream...well, a nightmare.
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The police were there instantly.
The first person they found was Margarete White, still alive, staggering to them for help, but half conscious with her own blood staining her previously pristine white apron.
The first body was face down in the kitchen, clearly shot in the back twice, in a puddle of blood just like in some kind of horror film. But this was reality.
A poor woman was dead in the lounge, extremely wounded and with excessive bleeding. Her husband was there, his face frozen with the shock of death and thankfully not pain.
A girl of maybe twenty-five was slouched on the stairs, with just a small cut on her head- she must have died from a head injury, and upstairs in his room another body, still and bloodless like he could be sleeping.
And the Sonya the young maid who confessed to killing all of them.