I woke suddenly, shaking off the nightmare. It was just a newspaper. Seeing my obituary wasn't like drawing a Tarot Death card. It meant nothing.
Still.
I went downstairs, hoping to find fresh coffee and my husband. I'd apologise. The argument had been completely my fault.
"Morning baby," I said brightly. "Listen..."
He'd been crouched, his back to me, when I walked in. He stood and turned, not answering.
That's when I saw the knife in his hand, dripping. That's when I saw me, a blossoming rose spreading across my front, a hole at its centre.
That's when I screamed.
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31 Creepy Words and Other Horror Stories 2
Horror31 words isn't much to tell a tale, but even those few are able to chill your blood. 31 is 13 backwards, and that opens the door to terrifying flash fictions that will haunt you long after you've read them. Enter book 2 of 31CW and visit the House...
