After a long hour of work,
i came back home.
He was there.
He was just watching me with some red stuff on his pants?
"What is that red stuff on your pants?"
"Oh! Haha! Just ketchup, im cooking"
But it didn't smell like ketchup..
Whatever.
YOU ARE READING
Next Door
HorrorWhat a strange neighbor. A charming neighbor indeed. A neighbor that eats people. How interesting. Quick disclaimer, the chapters in the beginning are short, but don't worry, they get longer.
