I came home the first day to find a window, broken.
The second day, a coil of barbed wire covered in excrement on the doorstep.
The third day came with a small decorative picnic basket, considerately filled with dead rats.
On fourth day I was greeted by the cat, very dead and nailed to the door, the word “FUCKER” shaved in to its fur.
The fifth day found me opening a box containing the grinning, severed head of my mother, “DIE FUCKER HOPE YOU DIE” written across her face in black lipstick.
You bring me such wonderful things, my dear.
Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
This isn't part of a series, had to put a series title before I could re-post it.
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
A very enjoyable, entertaining read! It sounds as if the narrator has found his true love based on such thoughful gifts! :-)
Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
I to leave things with an element of ambiguity if I can, and the last line can be taken a couple of ways - weary sarcasm, ghoulish sincerity etc. It's more or less up to the reader's interpretation. Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it.
Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Should be "I like to leave things..." meh.