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The game was on and it was the New Orleans Saints vs the Arizona Cardinals. Joseph Cain, a middle-aged black man was sitting on his plush sofa watching football. The Saints were up by 10 in the last quarter. The glass lamp on the stand beside him began to flicker and something in the kitchen clattered to the floor.
"Marnie?" Joseph called to his wife. "Is that you?" No one replied. Shrugging it off, Joseph turned back to the television.
A shadow moved across the wall.
Joseph sat up and looked around. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
The garburator turned on in the kitchen.
Putting the remote down, Joseph got up and cautiously went into the kitchen. The dim light from the stove lit up the small kitchen. The walls were an ugly green with black cupboards. The counter was grey granite and spotless. There was no one in the room. He made his way over to the sink and flicked the switch to the garburator. An eerie silence filled the kitchen.
"Marnie? This isn't funny!"
A cupboard door fell off it's hinges and onto the floor. Joseph jumped. Carefully, he went over to the cupboard and examined it. There was a screw loose and there was a coin on the floor. All of a sudden the entire cabinet that hung on the wall shifted. Joseph bent down, completely obliviously to the cabinet, and picked up the coin. It was a normal American quarter. Joseph sat down and attempted to fix the door. He stood up and went to find a screw driver. As he was straightening, the cabinet fell off the wall. The wood crashed into him and glass pates rained down around him.
Joseph crumpled to the ground on top of the mess with several pieces of glass protruding from his body. The wood was broken and strewn about the kitchen. Blood spilled out of Joseph's head where he had been struck.