[ WP ] Start a 4-8 part story , except each subsequent part will follow the first 's storyline , and will be written by a different Redditor .

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 *Start over. * 
 
 Lee groaned as he sat up in his bed. His muscles were sore from the previous day's mountainous hike -- if he was frank, he had probably bitten off way more than he could handle. 
 
 He fumbled in the darkness as he reached for his wife. He lost a bit of his balance when his hand went over the edge of the bed. Her side was empty, but more interestingly it was cold, indicating that she had been up for some time. Lee groaned again. 
 
 *Great. * he thought, *Another thing for me to deal with. * 
 
 He rose fully from his bed, blinking harshly in the dim moonlight as he reached for his glasses. After thirty seconds of not being able to find them, he gave up, trusting that what limited distance vision he had would be enough to take him through his house. 
 
 He checked all the rooms on the second floor first. Lee recognized that his wife had no reason to be in any of these rooms save for the bedroom they shared, but he also recognized that though his wife was known for many things, consistency was not one of them. 
 
 He stumbled awkwardly down the stairs, feeling the wall to tell him of any curves he might of missed in his half-blind state, and flinched when his socked foot hit something wet. 
 
 He felt along the right wall and hit the light switch he knew was there. Suddenly blinking in the light, he could at least see that the substance he had stepped in was red, and that there was *a lot* of it. He moved his foot a little, and heard the liquid slosh around a little – this was not a superficial spill. He looked down and began tracing the spill up to its source. He recoiled when he found it. 
 
 His wife was laying dead on the ground, her arms splayed out like a broken China doll. Her blonde hair, normally kept neat in a bun, was pooling around her head, covering her face and further obscuring his view of her. Blood was pouring out from holes all over her body, as though she had been hit with a shotgun blast at range. 
 
 Lee suddenly heard a deafening bang, and everything stopped. 
 
 He turned his head to the source of the noise, and saw a masked man. In his right hand, the masked man held a shotgun, pointed at the ground with his finger off the trigger. In his left hand, which was outstretched, the masked man held a revolver, with the trigger compressed and a cloud of smoke billowing from the barrel. A bullet sat, suspended in air, approximately eight inches from the barrel of the gun. 
 
 Before Lee could register what was happening, everything began reversing itself. The bullet retreated back into the gun, slowly at first, before picking up speed. The gunman himself smoothly holstered the gun before turning around and heading briefly back up the stairs. He deposited himself in a closet before quickly getting bored of that and deciding to come back out, bounding down the stairs without even looking here he was going. 
 
 Lee's wife was there too, now, suddenly animated with a splash of blood and a cold sweat. The masked man held up his shotgun, cocked it in reverse, and then suddenly, pieces of buckshot were suctioned out of his wife's body, flying through the air, back towards the gunman, like iron filings towards a magnet. 
 
 Lee blinked, and suddenly, he was somewhere else. Events were moving forward, now, as could be indicated by the flight of the birds over the trees in front of him. More importantly, he could see, indicating to him that he had, somehow, put his glasses on. 
 
 He jolted when he felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. His wife then bounded in front of him, neat blonde bob and all, very much alive and decked head-to-toe in hiking gear. 
 
 `` Are you ready?'' She asked with a slight giggle in her voice.
