I don’t know what’s more unsettling. The fact that my TV wakes me up at night or the fact that it’s unplugged at night.
As I pushed my thumbs into her eye sockets, it occurred to me that my cheating husband may have been right.
It was amazing to feel her from the inside.
She heard a noise and locked the door. Little did she know she locked whatever it inside with her.
In the time I’ve lived alone in this house, I’ve closed far more doors than I’ve opened. Of course, my asshole friends always leave the doors open when they visit… dicks.
The greatest scientific breakthrough since the splitting of the atom. Too bad there’s no one around to talk about it anymore.
Why is it that no matter how much I clean the windows, I can never see out of my daughter’s room?
Ever spotted something out of the corner of your eye with the suspicion that someone was watching you? Ever seen half of a face staring back?
I should have known right from the beginning that there was something wrong with the deserted diner especially after ordering their special steak. The meat tasted strange , the waitress was staring continuously at me with a perpetual smile on her face & a butchers knife sticking out of her apron.
I went on my phone and saw pictures of me sleeping. I live alone.
As I was stumbling in the night to get the the washroom, I felt my dog brush against my leg. But then I heard my dog barking upstairs at something else.
As I walked into the room the perfect stillness of the air took my breathe away. Then the wind chime hanging from the ceiling started singing softly.
My mom watches kids in a daycare and there is a 4 year old boy and his little sister who is 3 months old. Today I saw him singing “Dumb Ways To Die” to her, as he shook her back and forth really fast. when I told him to stop he covered her mouth and nose with his hand. I pulled him away from her and he said “she’s MY baby!” …
My last thought before the man in the backseat slit my throat was that the man in the other truck was trying to warn me
“Honey, are you back yet?” I ask, as the living room door opens behind me. Someone appreciatively whispers “No…” into my ear.