Scary Stories

"You don't love her."

He didn't love her. He couldn't love her.

Watching from a safe distance I could still hear those three words he should be saying to me.

Gripping the knife tightly I pick the lock and slowly open the door. Poor girl didn't have a chance.

An hour after I finished I heard a knock at the door. You shoud have seen the surprise on his face when he saw me instead of her.

HA.

Grabbing his shirt collar I pulled him in the house. Holding the knife against his neck I told him not to make a sound.

Needless to say, he didn't make a sound. His eyes drifted behind me.

By the look on his face I am surprised he didn't throw up. After all, I did do number on her.

Entrails pulled out and lay around on the outside of her body. Face mutilated beyond reconition. Not to mention the endless amounts of blood that pooled around her, staining her carpet a deep red.

If you thought the shock on his face was great you should have seen his face when I shoved the knife into his side. I could see he was already starting to black out. I whispered one last thing to him before he went still.

"Till death do us part, dear."