Write a story that seems normal on first sight , except for one small detail that makes it extremely creepy on a more careful reading [ WP ]

“ Morning Luke, ” my Father walked on past into the kitchen. 
 
 “ Mornin ’ Dad ” I called back from the couch, but I wasn ’ t sure he had heard me. 
 
 I slouched down, glancing over at the red clock on the wall. The paper on my lap told me it was Monday the fourth, and I had to leave for school in ten minutes. 
 
 It ’ s cliché, but I ’ ve always hated Mondays—at least I have my rituals. 
 
 I barely had to flip through the pages in order to reach the obituaries. Years of doing so had refined my skills. Life is so… fragile. The page was half full for once, which would have been surprising on any other day. But it had been quite the Sunday. 
 
 Linda Tutro. Otto Vander. Kimber Hodge. Evan Hubbard. 
 
 “ Fuck! ” 
 
 “ Watch the language, ” my Dad yelled back. 
 
 “ Sorry ” I replied. 
 
 With his accent, I thought he said his name was Utto. 

