It was a dark and stormy night and I heard a knock at the basement door. I looked at my husband and only saw my fear reflected in his eyes. No sound is made as I pull out my hatchet which is still warm to the touch.
"Jason open the door, I think she went away already." a young girl's voice beckons out from behind the door as she rasps at the door a few more times, "C'mon it's so cold in here I need you to warm me up."
My vision starts to go red again as her voice becomes more and more provocative. Almost without thinking I slam the door open with my left hand and swing the hatchet wildly into the space behind with the other. Sobriety and reason crash back with the sound of the wet thump of a successful blow. Her body falls into the room when I yank the hatched back to crack some ribs. Somehow the worst part of all this is that the filthy mistress's blood mixed in with Jason's.
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This is just from a daily writing exercise sort of thing. Hope you enjoyed it!
