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?"
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Ten Thousand Words
Short Story100 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*