"Stop crying and get on with it. It's not like you even stole anything big." The manager complained about my big, fat, juicy tears flowing down my cheeks and onto the ground.
"Right, right. I'm sorry. I didn't even want to steal anything. I shouldn't be crying." I started to stop my outrageous sobbing just enough to speak little by little.
"Then Why did you?" The manager put his hands on his hips.
"He made me do it." I look up at him at last. My eyes were bloodshot and my hair frizzy. I looked like a druggie at first glance, but I've never done those kinds of drugs before in my life.
"Who's 'he?'"
"His name is Fred, and he told me to steal from you. If I failed..." I stood up and reached into my pocket. "I would have to kill you."
BANG!
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The Dark Side
HorrorA series of short one-shots based on horror. These will have major plot twits, psychological problems, murder, and more. Read with caution. While they are short, they can pack a meaningful punch if you aren't prepared. Mature for: -Gore -Occasional...
