“Her eyes were dead.”
That’s what I say when I get into the car, when I run back to the serial killer.
Mel was lying on the floor, in a pool of blood, and the man—her date?—was on top of her, eating her.
“He was fucking eating her!!”
I couldn’t hold still to dial 9-1-1.
When she moved. When she raised her hand, called my name. When she pushed him aside, stood with her guts spilling out, and said, “Come and try.”
I panicked. I ran. Back into the arms of the serial killer.
Just like in my dream.
Today’s tag is “serial killer.”
Stay tuned for “T” on Monday!