Mac only remembered flashes of what happened as he battled for control. He remembered holding his phone to his ear, he remembered greeting his girlfriend at the door. He remembered feeling his arms around her. He remembered the weight of the hammer in his hand. He remembered the screaming that even now shakes him to his core. And then he was him again, the sound sirens blaring outside as he looked down his girlfriend on the couch. Her head lay splattered across the cushions and the floor. Pieces of her brain coated him and he heard the door being broken down. He simply raised his hands and dropped the blood soaked hammer. He knew they would never believe him. His life was over.
YOU ARE READING
Goretober 2021
恐怖I did this last year and I'm doing it again, I still can't draw so I'm going to be writing a short story for each prompt. I can't promise that i'll finish the entire thing but I want to beat my record last year so wish me luck
