He lays in his bed attempting to sleep.
Drip, drip, drip.
He hears three liquid dribbles falling on the wooden floor.
Drip, drip, drip.
He assumes the roof is leaking, causing puddles deep.
Drip, drip, drip.
He grows concerned.
Drip, drip, drip.
He searches his wall for the light switch.
Drip, drip, drip.
He flicks the light and follows the sound.
Drip, drip, drip.
He opens his closet doors an inch.
Drip, drip, drip.
Mother hangs from the rack, crimson dripping from her nostrils.
Drip, drip, drip.
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Short StoryHey everybody! I'm trying out writers goretober! I'm gonna be doing both Inktober and goretober, so check it out if you haven't already. Please be kind, I'm a beginning writer. Everyday I'll be writing a short story based on the theme of that day. I...
