Julianna
John Kolter jumped away from me. "Gwen, darling. Its not what you think."
John Kolter's mousy little wife was standing in the doorway with a hand gun pointed at me. She looked like the perfect little Betty Crocker house wife. Her hair was perfect, her clothes were perfect, she even had an apron tied around her waist, as if she had just come to from the kitchen. There was a small, serene smile pasted on her face, but her eyes were cold and glinting with madness. The gun in her hand was steady and unwavering.
"I can't believe you are bringing them to the house now, John." she hissed, taking another step forward.
“I didn’t bring her in the house, Gwen. She showed up for herself, I swear it.” there was a whining edge to his voice as he continued to back away, puttin
