The Brick Man

Wendy was home alone, she felt uneasy and found herself peeling back the blinds to check outside.  The wind howled outside as the bare snarly branches scratched against the windows.  Her husband was supposed to be home and as the night closed in she began to really worry.  Soon she was comforted by the sound of the family truck pulling into the gravel driveway.  As the engine coughed off she made her way to open the front door.  Wendy's husband Frank ran inside to take shelter from the cold.  He was covered in filth from his day at work.  As usually Wendy asked how his day was, but Frank didn't answer.  He just stared at his chalky hands blankly and went downstairs.  The basement was a storage of bricks, cement, and junk.  Wendy went to bed but couldn't sleep, she felt unfamiliar and far off from her hard working, loving husband.  As she listened to the wind she heard the front door open.  As her senses sharpened she heard something being dragged across the floor past the bedroom door.  "Frank!" she yelled.  He snapped, "stay in the room."  Shocked and angry, Wendy couldn't speak.  Then there was a loud knock on the door.  "I'll get it!" Frank muttered behind the door.  Wendy snuck behind to see who it was.  "Frank, you are under arrest.  We know who you are, we know what you do."  Then a terrible cry followed by a sound like stone cracking ended in silence.  Wendy ran into her room to hear the same dragging sound she heard earlier.....