Whiskerino 2009

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  • posted: December 08 @ 6:26pm
He swore that he heard something outside in the rain. A cry, or a scream or...something.

Maybe it was the scotch or the loneliness getting to him. Probably a combination of both. He wanted to dismiss it as nothing, but still he peered into the dark with both hands on the glass door looking, listening.

Comments

Chally says:
The fierceness in your countenance and beard would be enough to scare away anyone.
Posted: Dec 8th, 2009 - 6:46pm -
Creative Liberty says:
Screw ADT. Get a shotgun.
Posted: Dec 8th, 2009 - 8:27pm -
Frog says:
This story ends with the serial killer bursting from his shallow grave
Posted: Dec 8th, 2009 - 8:55pm -
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