"Mommy, why does Mint always leave dead mice outside our door?" My sweet daughter asked a bit curiously.
I love how curious she is. "Well sweetie, it's actually kind of funny. Cats don't realize that we don't hunt like they do,so they kill things to help us because they think we're bad at being cats."
Later,I tuck her in bed and kiss her forehead as she closes her blue eyes. Then I retreat to my study to finalize my plans. Tonight is the night. The night I get the bastard that took my daughter's father from us. I finish my plans, pack my bag, and head to her house.
Except she's not there. I don't understand - all my planning, carefully monitoring his movements. She should have been there. I drive home, frustrated, confused, mourning my husband all over again for the justice we've been denied. I quietly open the front door.
And I see her. Or rather, her body. Neatly displayed on the floor. Stabbed to death, but the blood is cleaned up. No mess. My mind is a fog of confusion, sadness, and rage, until I hear my daughter's bedroom door open.
"Don't worry, Mommy. I know you're not very good at this, so I wanted to help you."
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Short Horror Stories 2018
Historia CortaHey everyone welcome back to a newest book; since it's almost Halloween. I'll be doing short horror stories maybe once of year for Halloween and; maybe a Dia De Los Muertos horror story for spanish. I hope you guys enjoy.
