All she knew was the exciting feeling seeing him in pain, on his knees in front of her, it made her face split into a creepy grin.Ī crowd of the boy’s friends, some other kids and even Johann stepped in, trying to pull the boy away from her. The boy’s face was contorted with pain and now there were tears running down his cheek, and either he was apologizing or cursing, she wasn’t sure. It was then she notice Ciel’s faded arm above hers. Jamie felt her hand bend his fingers more to the point where the joints of his fingers felt like they were rubbing against her palm she knew that she didn’t have the strength to do this.

The boy cried out in pain and in retaliation tried to grab her other hand. The other kids only watched as Jamie grabbed the boy’s hand and bend his fingers over. “What the hell are you looking you at? The boy asked as he reach out to grab her hair. The pleasure that she’s giving him is like nothing he had ever felt in the years of their marriage together.Book sales are average right now and so far i have 5 stars reviews 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

The Watertown Nightmare by Corey Turner