Overprotective

Shrouded in darkness, the mysterious figure crept across the hall. Locking on to its destination, it took out a bottle of oil and squeezed a few drops between the hinges. Slowly the doorknob turned and the figure tiptoed in. Revealing a hidden blade, it hacked and sliced the target lying on the bed. Innards flew out all over the bedroom. ‘Die, Johnathon! Die! If only you didn’t sleep with her! I should have never introduced you on her birthday! Cuddling with her every night, how dare you?’

Sulinda shrieked when she awoke to the scene of her shredded teddy bear.