Writing Prompt #24

Frederick walked into his house and slowly closed the door, a feeling of unease creeping up his neck and clouding his mind.

"Mary?" Frederick called.

Only silence.

Frederick took a cautious step forward.

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Frederick watched as the blood ran with the water down the drain, washing everything of the last five minutes away with it.

For today's writing prompt, I want you to fill in the middle of this story. What happened? What was going on in Frederick's house? Is Mary there? Whose blood is on Frederick's hands? His own? Someone else's?

Be creative, and have fun!