Good evening. In the spirit of Alfred Hitchcock Presents, I submit the following murder. Be forewarned, though; it's not for the individual with a weak stomach. And now, for our story.

"Hit him again Dad!" Casey yells. "I'm gettin' it all on video." I look over my shoulder and Casey is recording the event with her camera. It is at this point that my eyes change - savage they are.

Blood splatters onto my shirt and shorts. The poor bloke continues to struggle and I continue to lay blow after blow. I am no longer myself; I am a savage brute. I continue to strike. Ten blows; twenty - I loose count. I strike until he finally submits. And then it's over...

"Well, look what you've gone and done," Kathy says with her hands on her hips. "Blood's everywhere. You've done and killed him, that's what you did." Finding my sanity again I look 'round. I observe the club, still in my right hand, dripping with blood.

"I..." consciousness is quickly returning now. The results of my actions are setting in. "...didn't know what I was doing," I tell her.

Kathy shows no sympathy for me. "We'll you gone and did it now, though, didn't you? You killed him." She says.

Casey is already watching the video and critiquing my performance. "Wow Dad!" she says, "That's great! You got 'im real good."

My nerves are shot. I am breathing hard. The reality of the scene overtakes me. I panic. "The evidence!" I scream. "We've got to get rid of the evidence!" Kathy pushes me back in my seat.

"Oh! Stop your crying. We'll get rid of the evidence," Kathy says and then just stands there for a moment scheming. Then she gets this cat like smile and says real slow like, "We'll need to dispose of the body first though." Kathy then uncovers a long bladed knife that she was holdin'. It was a knife she uses for such purposes.

"We should get rid of the head." she says forcefully. "It'll be difficult to identify the body if we get rid of the head." Kathy hands me the knife. I am in too deep now, you understand. I am a shell of myself - ashamed and beaten. I follow Kathy's instructions as if I am a puppet having my strings pulled. She is in charge now.

I stab the knife into the victim. I wince as the knife cut through bone and cartridge. My hands are stone cold. We quickly throw the head into the ocean. "The coppers 'ill never figure it out now," Kathy cackles with her head back.

Casey brakes in. She's done watching the video now. "Bleed 'im Dad! We need to bleed him. Otherwise, he'll be gettin' blood and guts everywhere." I move slowly and comply. It is all I can do.

I tie a rope to his lower extremities and hang him upside down. Blood slowly drips from the headless bulk. I watch in silence and begin to feel pity for the poor wretch.

After a short while I retrieve the body for Kathy. She has the knife in her hand and it is clear she has the intention of carving the poor sole to pieces. "Alright then!" she says, "Get out of the way." She steps forward and says, "This 'ill teach 'im." I can't watch.

Casey finds a book that explains the various intricacies of the butchering process. I watched in horror as they sink their hooks into the poor bloke.

"Do you have to carve him up like that?" Tara pleads. "Well, we 'ave to if 'ere goin' to eat 'im don't I?" Kathy cackles again. She's insane and with power. "I..." Tara says trying to control her stomach and bowels, "...think I'm going to be sick!"

"Casey, are you goin' to eat 'im?" Kathy asks as if there isn't any choice. "Sure. I'll try a bite." She sounds confident like, but I can tell even she is a bit revolted.

Kathy removes all the meaty parts and leaves the carcass for me to dispose.

"Try to do something right, deary," Kathy tells me now. "Get rid of 'im." I quickly throw him into the drink. I try not to look at the lifeless bulk as it sinks to the bottom.

I then start cleaning. I get out some water and wash cloths. No evidence can be left behind, I tell myself.

I scrub the blood from all of the surfaces. Tara stays behind, under Kathy's orders, to make sure I do it right.

"Are you almost done?" Tara keeps asking me. She continues with her mindless questions. "We're not really going to eat 'im are we?" I can't answer.

I wash all the blood and guts away as best as I can, and then change my clothes. I feel better now that I'm in new clothes.

We are just a happy family. We'd gotten rid of the evidence. If we play our cards right, we'll be "off the hook."

Thank you for reading our story. If you must know, the O'Neil's are still trying to remove all the evidence of this gruesome event. I suspect, now that they've gotten away with this first murder, they'll do it again. As for the 50 inch wahoo they caught, Kathy made 24 steaks out of him. They'll be "having" him for lunch and dinner for the next couple of weeks.