A shattered window let the cold December air swirl in and pierce his sweater, Blood-not ectoplasm, but real, red, human blood streaked the floor. He was late.
(Short Drabble. Warning: Blood, Ectoplasm, Guns, Violence)
A shattered window let the cold December air swirl in and pierce his sweater, Blood-not ectoplasm, but real, red, human blood streaked the floor. He was late.
(Short Drabble. Warning: Blood, Ectoplasm, Guns, Violence)