Terry’s motorbike skidded into the snowdrift. “Avoid travel!” the met office had warned. But Terry wanted to get home for Christmas. He’d decided to risk it.
He trudged through the snow to the nearby house. The door was ajar. Pushing it open he saw a body in a pool of blood. He heard something and bolted to the garage. There was a car, but no key, so he crept back into the house.
Terry took the key from the dead woman’s purse and returned to the car. Too late he realised he wasn’t alone. The wire tightened around his neck.
He trudged through the snow to the nearby house. The door was ajar. Pushing it open he saw a body in a pool of blood. He heard something and bolted to the garage. There was a car, but no key, so he crept back into the house.
Terry took the key from the dead woman’s purse and returned to the car. Too late he realised he wasn’t alone. The wire tightened around his neck.
