|Last Breath (standard:horror, 253 words)|
|Author: Ann Onymity||Added: Mar 25 2007||Views/Reads: 1843/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a rather freaky story about a five year old who was never picked uf from a bus stop...|
Last Breath “Hello little girl.” Drew turned quickly to see a lean man in a gray business suit walking toward her. He held out his hand, inviting her to stand up from the “McDonalds Parking” curb. A mini box of half eaten French fries lay to one side, and her back-pack on the other. Drew looked solemnly at his big, fine hand and took it trustingly. “Are you going to take me to Mommy? I miss Daddy!” Dews voice had turned to a wail; her backside had turned cold while waiting for her parents to pick her up. When no one came, she was only mildly worried, they would send someone if they couldn’t make it. The tall stranger laughed pleasantly, and said “of course I am.” She thought his voice sounded rather nice, like a small stream running quietly over smooth rocks. The stranger knew just what would happen next, because only an hour before, he had killed her parents, and was again craving the pleasure of hearing the dramatic last breath all his victims took before they became just like the others. Dead. Cold and motionless like the other hundreds of bodies carelessly tossed into the pit of his cellar, new carcasses covering rotting ones. This little girl would just be another. He caressed her golden curls as he led the five year old down an ally. “She’s small for her age...she’ll go quickly.” The man in the gray suit smiled serenely, and McDonalds slowly passed out of view... The End Tweet
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