It had been some time since they moved here from their old house back in Watertown but she could remember it like it was yesterday and her memories would never allow her to forget what happened back there.įive years before, the Clarkson family moved from the northern shores apartment because of David, their dad got a new job. Her brilliant blue eyes kept watching them as they have for hours, motionless. Jamie looked outside and watched as their neighbors hurriedly made their preparations for the oncoming storm. The trees waved along in a frenzy as the wind made its entry into the town, taking the leaves with it and rattling the windows. The pleasure that she’s giving him is like nothing he had ever felt in the years of their marriage together.There was a flash of light as the sky exploded into rumbles of thunder one after the other, as the storm brew with thick dark clouds that shrouds the sky and the sun.
Later that night – with the children asleep and the lights off his wife climb on top of him and they made love. She looks just like his wife, she smiles just like her and her voice is the same but actually this is the first time he had ever met this woman. A little giggle escaping her lips as she did. He said, appreciation glinting in his gaze. Hun, you’ve really out done yourself with this meal.
A smile adorn the man’s face as he looked at his wife, well its not like anyone would miss her anyway.Ī family of four sat at the table for dinner their two children at ages three were busy fighting over we gets the last piece of meat. An acidic bath is the most effective way to get rid of the evidence. A liquid compound was poured onto it and white fumes rose in the air as the everything of that person melted and was eventually washed down the drain. Her killer thought as they drag the dead body into the bathtub. Her voice was desperate in the last moments of her life such strange last words you would think that she would have wanted to say something more poetic at the end of her life. Short Storiesįootprints painted in blood walked on the rug, a woman’s body is laying in the kitchen and there’s a knife in the sink. Hello readers I'm from tn, A designer,writer and inventor and my passion is romance and horror I love creating and feel if you love doing something whatever it may be you should give it your all meaning put your heart and soul into what you love to do I hope you enjoy. Short Stories Corey Turner About The Author
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