The glimmering, flickering Christmas lights had been wrapped around Estelle’s body. She was still positioned on the couch. Several candy canes, the strabes made into deadly sharp points, were sticking out of Estelle’s body. One was lodged up to the curve, jutting out of her neck. Her eyes were wide open, frozen in a blank stare of death. Her clothes and the couch were soaked and splattered with her blood.
