Monday morning Mr Fletcher was still asleep but Mrs Fletcher lay wide awake staring out of the window that over looked the back garden. She looked at the clock and could see that Jim had half an hour before his alarm went off. She got up quietly and got dressed then she put his alarm forward an hour, then she crept down stairs and went into the garden. Mrs Fletcher could see bloody hand prints all over the hutches. She opened the door quietly, desperately wishing to see the rabbits sleeping quietly, but when she opened the door a morbid smell of rotting flesh and blood made her stomach crawl.
She ran back inside and quietly closed the back door. She closed all the curtains facing the back garden and left the front ones closed as well. Mr Fletcher’s alarm went off. Mrs Fletcher could hear him shouting about his alarm and thumping around up stairs then he came charging down the stairs. ‘How come my alarm went off an hour late? I’m going to get it at work now. ‘ Mrs Fletcher sat nervously in the front room with all the curtains closed and no light coming in but only the fire roaring. ‘I’ve made you breakfast,’ Mrs Fletcher said calmly. I haven’t got tine for that. I’ll just go out and see to rabbits. ‘
Mr Fletcher went to open the back door but it was locked. ‘Where’s the key gone now? ‘ ‘Don’t worry about the rabbits I’ll see to them later,’ Said Mrs Fletcher hesitantly. ‘What do you want owt to do with them for? You’ve never been interested before. ‘ ‘Just hurry up and get to work before you get the sack. ‘ Mr Fletcher unshaven and trying to put his jacket on quickly went out of the door with his shirt hanging out and hurried down the road to work.
Mrs Fletcher came in from the garden with her arms covered in blood and holding a box wrapped in old sheets and a black bag with bloody hay coming out. She hid them in the bottom of the bins and then she got a bucket of water and started scrubbing the bloody hand prints of the hutch doors rabidly, but cautiously looking over her shoulder every five minutes. When Mr Fletcher came home all the curtains were open and the room seemed bright and fresh. ‘What’s that smell like soapy water or summat? ‘ said Mr Fletcher.
Mrs Fletcher came in from the kitchen and a smell of dinner cooking came out. ‘I did some cleaning today the house was filthy, dinner will be ready in a minute so go get washed up. ‘ ‘I’ll just see to the rabbit’s first, darling. ‘ Mr Fletcher went into the garden whistling and walked over to the rabbit hutches and starting opening the door. ‘Ho Jim’ said Mrs Sykes as she was cutting down some dead roses. Mr Fletcher turned round before opening the hutches. ‘Is Mrs Fletcher alright? Only she seemed a bit off with me this afternoon when she was scrubbing the hutches.
She seemed scared of summat I don’t know what though. ‘ ‘It’s probably cause she had to see to rabbits, but I don’t know why she was scrubbing hutches. ‘ ‘Anyway I was just wondering if every thing was all right between you and Mrs Fletcher, I mean after yesterday Mrs Fletcher seemed pretty upset. ‘ Mr Fletcher turned round to the hutches ‘Well every-thing’s fine now. ‘ But just before opening the hutch door Mr Fletcher noticed something shining in the sun at the back of the hutches, but when he looked it was the poker with blood and rabbit fur on it.
He quickly rushed to open the hutch door but when he finally opened the door the hutch was empty. Mr Fletcher stood there for a moment looking at the poker while He became more and more livid. He stormed to the back door in a rage with the poker stick in his hand. Mrs Sykes was now staring over the fence again ‘Is Mrs Fletcher there only I wanted to ask her something? ‘ Mr Fletcher went in side and slammed the back door. That night Mrs Fletcher never came out, and she never spoke to or saw Mrs Sykes again.