Night at the Farm

Author：Mei Xiao

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I once ran a small farm in the suburbs. Together with my wife and daughter, we lived there.

I couldn't afford to hire anyone to help out because of the small size of the farm. Besides, there wouldn't be anyone who would knock on our doors to collect our harvests. Everything here was done by my wife and me.

Once every six months, I would gather our newly slaughtered livestock and poultries and deliver them to the city. The back-and-forth trip alone would take at least two days and one night.

Although life was tough, our lives were blissful.

Everything changed that rainy day, when I came home from the city after delivering the goods. As soon as I entered the farm's gate, the stench of blood filled my nose. The smell was different from the usual smell of blood during the slaughtering of livestock.

Feeling uneasy, I strode forward instantly and pushed open the door. In the middle of the room lay the cold and stiff corpses of my wife and daughter.

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