Novelties & Souvenirs

Dainty and young like fresh flowers, this woman of pure beauty was. She had everything: her job, her husband, and her beauty...or so she thought.

Wham!

"I'm home!" she called out. No answer. "Honey...you there?" she frantically asked. Nothing.

She walked around the white counter, just to see his bloody corpse. Bang! She dropped her bag and screamed at the top of her lungs. She searched her mind. Who? What? When? How? Why?

"The last thing I remember is getting into a fight and going to my sisters," she told herself. "No one hated him...right?"

"No one but me," a familiar voice called. "I did."

She looked around and saw nothing. "Who?"

"Me...Or you...You've got quite a deadly swing," it continued. "You didn't think you wouldn't discover it, did you?" It answered, "No, not a scythe, not a gun, not even a knife...You went all out on this one."

"NO! Not again!" she screamed. "I won't let you!"

"Too late," it inaudibly stated, "we're both over our heads."