From the other side of the bar, the widow of the town locked down her next pray: an unimaginable handsome man with white skin, blonde hair, and a pair of blue eyes that could make even Virgin Mary fall for him.
The widow, hungry, approached him, and after several beers and a nice chitchat, she took him home.
When they arrived, they didn't lose any time and went straight to her bed, where they started to kiss and touch each other passionately; and the widow could not believe that she was going to spend the night with such handsome man, although it was just one night.
After several minutes kissing each other, the widow felt an slimy liquid running down her throat, and pushing the man away from her, she saw, horrified, how he was vomiting a brown slimy liquid, and that from his nostrils a similar but orange liquid was coming out too, while his eyes were emitting a weird light that become brighter and brighter with every second that passed.
The widow could not believe what was happening, and before she could run away, the bright light that the mas was emitting blinded her, and she lost consciousness.
The next day, the widow woke up in her bed, so she thought, relieved, that it was all been a nightmare; but when she stood up, her feet stomped on the slimy brown liquid that was coming out of the man's mouth, and before she pass out away, she saw two horrible marks on her window sill that look like if they were made by claws.
Monday, May 19, 2014
470 - Close encounter of the third kind
The end.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
