The Masseuse

I'm a masseur, and today I went to a client's home for an appointment. He was very talkative, chatting with me the whole time during the massage, but his hands weren't very well-behaved, always taking advantage of me intentionally or unintentionally. Their house smelled wonderful, like dinner was almost ready. There was a gradually fading sound of water in the bathroom, and an eerie child's voice calling 'Mommy, Mommy' came from another room. The next day, the news reported that the family of three was gone.