Maria Baker had three children; 8 year old Kiki, 10 year old Grace and 12 year old Abira. Unfortunately for them, Maria was desperately trying to think of a way to get rid of them permanently. Her new fella, Mace Bradford, wanted them to have their own kids together and he was very quickly going off the boil. Maria needed a plan, she was marrying Mace for his money but once they had a baby she could divorce him and get half of everything! She strolled out onto the balcony and looked down at their little private stretch of beach. The girls were racing up and down the sand, laughing and joking as if they didn't have a care in the world. Maria's grip tightened on the railing until her knuckles were white, as if they weren't ruining her life! She spun around and folded her arms across her chest. Just then, a speed boat flew past on the ocean. Maria watched it over her shoulder. A plan began to form as a smile lifted her lips.
Abira was not as excited as her sisters about this boat trip. It was already dark and cold outside and none of them could swim. Grace was pulling on her boots and Kiki just seemed to be tying herself in knots with her laces.
"How do you always do that? It's just a bow!" Abira sighed. She untangled Kiki's laces and retied them before leading the way downstairs to where their mother was waiting. Abira stopped behind her siblings and stared at her mother, she had a strange look on her face that Abira had never seen before. Suddenly, she didn't want to go out on the boat and she told her mother so.
"But Abi your sisters are so looking forward to it. You don't want to let them down do you?" Abira looked at Kiki and Grace and her decision was made. She didn't want to let them down so she followed her mother out of the door, unaware that she would not be coming alive.
It all went quite well really. Once they were out in the open ocean things kind of took care of themselves. Maria had taken Abira down first as she was the eldest and the most likely to fight back. Once she was gone, Grace and Kiki had sat in a corner of the boat and screamed. But they were soon dealt with and then it was time to get rid of the bodies. Maria pulled out some lengths of rope, bound their hands and feet and then attached some large weights. She giggled a little, remembering how Kiki could never tie a bow.
"You'll never get out of these knots, Little One!" With a great laugh, Maria tipped her children, one by one, over the edge of the boat and watched them sink. She stood up and suddenly felt lighter then she had in years. In the morning, she would call Mace and they would place a missing persons report. They would wait a year and then marry and then they could move, too memories of her dear little ones in that house. Maria smiled as she headed back inshore.
It was the quietest evening she had had in ages. No kids wanting a story or a glass of water or complaining that the cord of their pyjama bottoms was knotted. Maria stretched and switched of the TV. She stood up and headed towards the bedroom at the other end of the house; she changed into her nightdress and climbed into bed. Just then, the front door swung open. Maria lifted her head from the pillow and frowned. Slow, dragging footsteps made their way along the corridor but they didn't continue to the bedroom. Instead, they turned off into the bathroom and then the taps were turned on.
"Mace?" called Maria. Another set of footsteps stumbled their way down the corridor and entered the bathroom, the taps were still running. Maria swung her legs out of bed and padded across the room. She poked her head out the door and frowned. The front door was hanging open and there were puddles of water and bits of seaweed all over the hallway floor. Maria crossed the short distance to the bathroom and stepped inside. The bath was almost full she twisted the taps and turned the water off.
"Mace? What the Hell are you doing?" Maria shouted. She turned to walk back out again when the door was slammed shut. Maria felt a scream rise in her throat but all that came out was a strangled croak. On either side of the door, bloated and dripping, covered in seaweed were Abira and Grace. They smiled at her, their eyes just beginning to cloud over.
"Hello mother" said Abira. Her voice was cold and gurgling, travelling through the seawater still trapped in her throat. Grace just smiled, a crab scuttle across her stomach and vanished into her hair. Quicker then she had ever seen them move when they were alive, they vaulted across the room and forced her into the bath until just her face was above the water. Maria tried to struggle but it was no good, their grip was too strong. The door swung open again and Kiki shuffled into the room. She smiled at Maria before turning to her sisters.
"I'm sorry I took so long. I'm not good with knots!" The sisters let out a long cackle of laughter that drowned out Maria's scream as her head was forced completely under the water.