Night of Terror

It was late at night. David felt tensed when he heard the footsteps of the killer coming closer and closer. He had just witnessed the brutal murder of a young girl and her ear-piercing scream kept on playing inside David’s head.

 Just as the killer turned the doorknob, his mother burst into his room and went straight for the television.

“How many times have I told you to turn down the volume of this thing David? Our neighbors are gonna think you’re murdering someone inside our house!”

Published by R. K.

A youth trying to understand life

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