A hand clasps my throat, cutting off my scream.
It’s a cold night. I snuggle deep into the covers and drift off to sleep. Sometime later, you crawl into bed beside me, curling up around me. “How was the flight? What time is it?” I murmur, but fall back asleep before you have a chance to answer. Time goes by, I don’t know how long. I am woken by a ringing -- alarm? No, cell phone. “Hello?” I answer, my voice groggy with sleep. “Hi, it’s me. Sorry I’m not home yet. My flight has been delayed.”
A hand clasps my throat, cutting off my scream.
Bobby Warner
17/10/2017 01:19:57 am
Ouch! Beautiful little suspense/Halloween horror tale. Loved it!
Mary Ann Espiritu
17/10/2017 03:05:29 am
Ahhh! The suspense is killing me!
Jim
17/10/2017 03:48:58 am
Well done! Comments are closed.
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