Bloody Murder

Blood curdling screams pierced the night. Amie jumped from the couch, her heart racing, as the wine sloshed from her cup.
The shrieks grew louder and more intense, echoing through the small apartment. Who knew a three year old boy and a four year old girl could raise their voices to such a pitch?
She rolled her eyes, set the cup down on the coffee table and crept down the hallway in the direction where bloody murder was apparently being committed. The kids caught sight her just as she peeked into the bedroom. The screaming stopped abruptly, to be replaced by a stereo of giggles.
“Can we have ice cream now?” asked Tracy, eyes wide with innocent expectation.
“Yeah, ice cream,” chimed little Tommy, “I scream, you scream…”
“We all scream for ice cream,” Tracy finished the mantra and in unison they opened their mouths, and let out an ear piercing yell.
Amie slammed the door on their giggling faces and headed back to her glass of wine.
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