A man brought my family Kool-aid, and I think my wife just k

[NotKoolAid]

Hey guys. I, um... I made a throwaway for this. I know ALFA pretty well, and at this point I think you're the only ones that may be able to help me (or won't call me crazy). I think my wife may have just killed our baby. I'm hoping by the time I share this with you guys, someone may know what I can do to save him. And to save her as well, but I think it may be too late for her.

Let me back up. I have a son, Jack, who is six years old. My wife Sandra and I also have a new baby boy, Steven, who is four months old. School was canceled for Jack yesterday due to the cold weather (I live in Minnesota), and my wife stayed home with them. When I got home yesterday, I noticed my wife was acting a bit...strange. I don't really know how to describe it. She kept talking about this amazing dinner that she cooked, describing the juices and the spices of the steak, all the while licking her lips. I mean, I've seen her hungry before, but she was practically drooling onto the floor.

I followed her to the kitchen where Jack was sitting at the table, playing with his Star Wars Lego set that I bought him for Christmas. I gave him a big hug and kissed the top of his head. My wife wasn't kidding - the food she was cooking smelled incredible. I opened the refrigerator to grab a beer, but right in the middle on the bottom shelf was this gallon jug of what looked like green Kool-aid, but really cloudy.

"What's this, honey?" I grabbed the handle and pulled it out of the fridge.
"Sammy gave it to me!" Jack jumped up from the table and smiled at me. "He said it's happy juice!" I peered over at my wife and mouthed the name. Sammy? She just nodded at me and smiled.

"Who is Sammy, Jack?"
"He's my new friend! He rang the door and gave me that, told me it was happy juice! That it makes anyone who drinks it happy!" The grin on his face was huge. What in the world?

"Did that actually happen?" I asked Sandra. Again, she just nodded at me and smiled. "I'm pouring this out, that's not okay." I unscrewed the top, moved over to the sink and began pouring it out. It actually smelled pretty good as I poured it out. Had my wife not just told me a stranger gave it to my son, I may have taken a sip.
"You don't have to pour that out, you know." Sandra said to me as I held the jug upside down. She licked her lips as she watched the green fluid spill out into the sink.

"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "I'm getting rid of this." That's when the doorbell rang.
I finished pouring out the juice, screwed the top back onto the jug, then made my way to the door and opened it. A slender man in a brown suit and matching fedora stood on my front porch. He had a name tag that read "Sam".

"You must be Jack's father," he said to me as he reached out his hand.
"You're the guy that gave my son the Kool-aid?"
"Why, yes! Well, it's not Kool-aid, but it is similar, and tastes much better!"
"Get off my property, or I'm calling the police." I began to shut the door, but he placed his shoe right in front of it, preventing it from closing.
"Sir, I just wanted to know how you enjoyed it. We received reports that someone in this household drank quite a bit."
"How did you -" I began, but my wife cut me off, running up from behind me.
"Sammy! That drink! Oh my god, that drink was incredible!" That's when I slammed the door in his god damn face. I had no idea what was going on, but the last thing I wanted to do was continue talking to him. Sandra and I argued about what happened last night, but none of that is important right now. All I know is that neither Jack nor Steven had any of that godforsaken drink last night.

I told Sandra not to accept any more drinks from that man, and if he came by again I told her to call the cops, or at the very least to call me. Reluctantly, she agreed. For the rest of the night, she licked her lips. At the time I thought they were just really chapped.

So that was all last night. This morning I went to work, but I couldn't get anything done with everything that happened. Later in the afternoon, I eventually gave up, told my boss that I was sick and went home. When I got home, my wife was sitting in the family room by herself, and I could hear Steven upstairs crying. She was sitting there crying as well, but the thing that really terrified me was the blood coming from her mouth. Well, the blood wasn't coming from her mouth, but rather from her lips, like she accidentally bit into them.

"Jesus, Sandra, are you okay?" The blood was fresh at this point, so I grabbed a cloth from the kitchen and wiped it from her face. Right after I wiped it off, she proceeded to tuck her lower lip into her mouth and bit down. Hard. I grabbed her jaw and pried it open, but the damage was already done. More blood began to flow from her lips, holes created from her canines dragging through the tissue. She started to moan as if she was enjoying it.

I had no idea what to do at this point. I forced some pain medication down her throat and tied a cloth around her mouth so she wouldn't bite down anymore, then carried her up to our bed. After she passed out (from the pain meds or from something else, I don't know), I went downstairs and called 911. She needed help that I was not capable of giving her. After a few minutes of pacing the kitchen, the doorbell finally rang.
That fucking man was standing at my doorway again. "What did you do to my wife you piece of shit!"
"Me?" he smiled, "I didn't do anything."
"Screw you."
"I thought you would be happier by now," he said to me.
"Excuse me?"
He looked down at a clipboard that he was holding. "We received reports that a second individual at this household consumed our beverage! Thought you would at least be smiling!"

Fuck.

I slammed the door and practically jumped up the stairs, sprinting toward Steven's room and swung open the door. My wife was standing over my baby's crib, whispering "Shhh, shhh, shhh...". She turned to look at me, the cloth gone from her face, as well as half of her lower lip. In one arm she held our child, our boy. Our Steven. In her other arm was his bottle, filled with a murky, green drink that Steven was gulping down.
That was all a few hours ago. I managed to talk her into putting him back into his crib, and I stayed with her until the ambulance arrived and took her to the hospital. I'm with Jack and Steven right now in the waiting room, contemplating if I should have them take a look at my baby, or if they'll think I'm crazy. I was hoping one of you guys would know who this Sam is, or what the hell my wife and my child have been fed.
Please, please, please help me save my child.

I told the doctors that Steven may have whatever Sandra has. He barely has any teeth right now, but just in case... in case he tries to bite his lip, I gave them his pacifier. I called my parents to watch Jack for me, so they picked him up from the hospital and took him back. I told them as little as possible, but they know Sandra is sick.

I went home to get that juice or whatever it is, and I couldn't find it. It was just...gone. Not in Steven's room, or Sandra's, or even the kitchen. I even double checked the sink to see if there was any left from where I poured it out. I'm guessing Sandra drank as much of that as she could, but it's all gone. I don't know what happened to the bottle.

I called the police and explained Sam to them. I didn't mention anything about his "records" or my wife's behavior, but at the very least, this man should not be going around giving that shit to families. The police want me to come in for a statement, so I have to go now. I still haven't slept yet, although I probably couldn't if I tried.I knew this community was the right place to ask. Please keep my family in your thoughts.

[jmecha]

Pics or it didn't happen

[Hialmar]

This was posted in the ALFA library by a member using a new account in order, apparently, to post anonymously.

I'd like to remind everyone that this is not allowed.
The only times when you are allowed to create another account is if you lost your password.
Then you should only use it to send a request for help through PM to me.
By the way, this can also be sent through e-mail to webmaster@alandfaraway.org (which I automatically receive). I prefer this as then I don't need to delete the help request account.

[Rumple C]

Probably belongs back in the library (probably under the R18 section for disturbing themes)?

[Galadorn]

^

[Hialmar]

This is off-topic to ALFA so it stays here.

[orangetree]

If it's off topic... What is the topic?

[Galadorn]

"How to get banned from ALFA" I think was the topic...