Bedtime Stories of the Weird

5 writers. 1 story. The first writer starts. And stops abruptly. That's where the second writer picks up and continues the story. And then stops abruptly. The third continues. So on and so forth. You get the picture, right? To make better sense of this blog please read from the bottom of the page, upward. Thank you.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Chapter 7

They both froze.

The mansion had been lying unused for months now. She had chosen the locale with great care.

She looked down at him. Bloodied and grunting.
Useless!
She spat and bent down to retrieve his Colt.

Jimmy hazed with pain weighed his options.
He yells for help and whoever it is at the door gets the cops to bail him out. He’d be in jail but alive.
Or he tries to reason with her … DONGGGGG! ….. DONGGGGG!

The bell rang twice this time.
Insistent.

It’s definitely the cops she thought.
There were no neighbours around here. No security either. She had been very thorough.

She looked at Jimmy. His eyes were bright. She slowly shook her head in a no. He wouldn’t dare to make a sound. He had a lot at stake too.

Crouched on the floor they saw the silhouette cross a window.
It was a matter of seconds before the broken French window was discovered.
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