‘Natalie?’ Erica’s call came from the hallway. Natalie froze. Keep calm, she told herself. She looked down at the knife in her hand, then to the blood-smeared floor, then to the mess on the table in front of her. Just keep very, very calm. ‘Nat, where are you?’ Erica’s voice was closer accompanied by high-heeled … Continue reading Natalie


This was not how I wanted to die, Irene thought rather disgusted. Then again, people don’t generally get a say in how they want to leave this life for the next, unless it’s a suicide. This was not a suicide. Continue reading Irene