Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Horror Show

When I got home, my wife was gone.
I didn't think much at the time.
Awaking, it was next day's dawn.
I heard my phone's familiar chime.
A strange deep voice was on the line,
Saying my wife would be a star
In a taped message sent divine,
Watched by the millions near and far.
I could not fathom what I heard.
My heart was pounding, my hands shook.
Before I could get in a word,
The voice then told me where to look.

On You Tube, a hand with a knife,
Cut off the head of my poor wife.