Short Horror Stories.

Part 9

What seemed like hours Hannah and logan both just sat and stared.

Logan finally made the first move. He got up off the floor still groaning from his still fresh wound.

"Now you have calmed down maybe we can take? " Logan said slowly walking towards Hannah.

Hannah jumped off the the bed and held the knife out.

"What? Come near me and I will kill you. What you think because I didn't kill you means I love you. Well think again. I don' have Stockholm syndrome."

Logan slowly walked over to her smiling holding his hands out wide in mockery surrender.

"I mean it. STOP!"

Logan was close enough she could smell him. It was true he was bigger than her. He was about six foot and yes he was strong too. In a second he had turned her around holding the knife at her throat.

"Get off of me or so help me I'll"

"You shouldn't be making idel threats love. I could kill you in a second"

"So that's your big speech huh"

Logan sniffed her hair and let out a moanmof pleasure, while Hannah gagged and rolled her eyes.

"I was just imagining..."

"I know what you were imagining" Hannah bucked away from his grip.

Hannah was a fighter. She could take care of herself. People with brothers know this. She raised her hands up and made fists.

Logan laughed.

"You know con fu?"

"Come here and find out?"

He laughed again and put the knife down. He walked over to her and swung a punch. Hannah ducked and pushed him away. She grabbed the knfe and turned to him and stabbed him in the heart. He spluttered then fell to the floor. Hannah took out the knife and stabbed him again. As she has seen in horror movies the killer always comes back unless you do a double tap. She put the knife in the sink and washed the blood away before putting it in her back pocket.

Hannah walked out of the room and wandered onto the road. Glancing back at the motel, Hannah smiled and began to walk down the road, humming 'country roads'