Rick, Rick! Oh my Rick. I was smiling in my sleep and was enjoying the dream of my deceased wife. She seizes my cloth and pulls me towards her with a shy smile. She pulls my shirt and tears it open in a sudden. I know what she wanted. But she wasn’t looking strong enough to tear my shirt. I watch her do it in her own way. "OUCH!" her fingernails bruise my chest. Then as the shirt is torn more down, then the long nails cut my skin on abdomen. "Easy, easy." I say, but she doesn't stop. I scream loud when I feel pain unbearable.

I opened my eyes to find an orange cat had torn my shirt and my chest had cuts of cat's claws. I squinted down and saw two cats wandering there. I did not understand how those cats had come. Now my house had three fancy cats. One was on my chest, the blue one was walking, and the one resembling to Garfield was on my table. I looked at the clock and saw the hour hand touch 10.

I shoved it hard, but it landed on floor. I looked down at the blue cat, which ran out of the door. Sure it didn’t want to get hurt. I then went towards bathroom and bathed with antiseptic soap.

There were very few rats to be seen, but too much blood of rats was all around. Pieces of tails, heads and intestines were making the house look and smell horrible. But I had expected it since the moment many cats had come inside the house. I even had seen another white cat on the way to there.

When I changed then went outside. Weather was clear, but some people were running and looked demented. I watched some women run in the street with tears in eyes and some men panicked. In a few minutes I got wind of ambulance and police siren. Soon I caught views of it.

"What's all this for?" I shouted at a teenager who was walking on the street in a hurry.

"I'm going to check it." He said and walked quick.

"Where?"

"Markeenz. Something terrible has happened at there."

I locked the door and rushed towards the lake. With each day, my walking speed looked to be increasing. I felt like an infant who had walked to run. I never had known how it felt being able to walk as a child, but as an old man it felt very special.

When I was near the river then I saw hundreds of people gather at the crater. There were cops, ambulances, and terrified people down. The number of visitors in there was increasing every second.

I wasted no time and walked inside the intact crowd to see what had happened. I struggled to make my way in the crowd, but I somehow reached to the place from where I could have a clear view.

I almost vomited and felt like my head and his knees had been hammered. Within a second, my facial expression resembled to the others – who had the mutual feeling of terror.

Over fifty dead children were floating in the shallow lake. The kids who were alive yesterday were now dead in the lake. Some of those who hadn’t entered the lake had died on the shore.

"- children have been reported to have died in their beds overnight!" I heard a fragment of people's conversation.

I put my hand on the head. What did I do? Satan didn’t know which child had the letter because he couldn’t see faces of children. So he had killed all the children in Anderson Island.

Children had died in the lake, they had died in houses and anywhere they could be. After watching the horrible scene for more than five minutes I got to hear that even the pregnant women had had a miscarriage. It took me long to know another thing. Every child below ten had died.

"Clear up this scene! Please! Clear up this place." Cops spoke on megaphone.

I couldn’t watch it anymore. Throughout my life I had been numb to violence, but I couldn’t stop myself from shedding tears and breaking down now. Satan had killed them, and I was the only one reason for it.

I squeezed my way out of the crowd with a heavy heart and guilt within me.