They Follow Me
Angry voices made their way through my door, across my room, under the pillow where I tried to hide.
They reached deep inside and tore me apart. I knew it was wrong, something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what.
I tried to hide, but couldn’t. They still follow me.
By Grant
Climax
After another argument, Father John strangled his wife to death. He stood up to leave. He opened the door and without warning, Bang! He was dead. Caroline finally had her revenge. Her father would share her mother’s fate. Then she ended her life. Unholy and brutal. Double murder suicide.
by Monarch
