Warning: Mentions of blood, murder, very mild swearing
Julie was out for her daily midnight jog when she noticed her neighbour seemingly taking out the trash. Todd was a fairly nice guy so decided to say hi.
"Strange time to empty the garbage."
He smiled at her. It wasn't a happy smile....more like "Oh shit". Under the garden-light lit porch, Julie noticed her neighbour was covered in red. It could have been paint, but Todd had mention hating painting. Which meant only one thing: it was blood. Julie stepped back. He grinned crookedly.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to go out past ten?"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ten Thousand Words
Historia Corta100 words, 100 stories. Romance, Drama, Horror and no definite update schedule. Will I make it to the end? Will I disappear at 10 stories? Stay Tuned! *I disappeared at 24 stories*
