MrCrazyDavis
Senior Member
Supposed to be a horror story, it starts off with a murder leaving questions to be answered later. CC please? 
He pulled up in his BMW M5. That was strange. No-one was home. He switched on the light and went to get a beer from the fridge. Out went the light. Had the bulb gone? He thought that the second the guns underside smashed him in the chin, sending deep red blood spiralling out his mouth. It spattered across the wooden floorboards. The man stumbled forwards, in a sort of rugby tackle, until his head smashed against the cupboard where the sweets were kept. He collapsed on the floor, trying his best to get up. Suddenly, the cupboard door was ripped off. The middle aged bloke looked around. Everything was covered in a dark veil of shadow. The fridge had two cups placed beneath it; one overflowing with water, the other had fallen on its side with the sheer weight of the ice cubes. Too late did he realise it was a distraction. The person who was also in the newly-installed kitchen had the glass jar containing some bonbons. He tried to scream, but instead acid erupted from his throat, flowing down his shirt which he now noticed had half its buttons missing. The glass jar smashed on his head, and he sprawled on the floor. All the man saw was crazy lights and patterns in his mind as he looked at his kitchen for the last time. The assassin picked up one of the bloody bonbons, washed it under the sink and chewed it. He had ruined his life. Now payback was in order.
He pulled up in his BMW M5. That was strange. No-one was home. He switched on the light and went to get a beer from the fridge. Out went the light. Had the bulb gone? He thought that the second the guns underside smashed him in the chin, sending deep red blood spiralling out his mouth. It spattered across the wooden floorboards. The man stumbled forwards, in a sort of rugby tackle, until his head smashed against the cupboard where the sweets were kept. He collapsed on the floor, trying his best to get up. Suddenly, the cupboard door was ripped off. The middle aged bloke looked around. Everything was covered in a dark veil of shadow. The fridge had two cups placed beneath it; one overflowing with water, the other had fallen on its side with the sheer weight of the ice cubes. Too late did he realise it was a distraction. The person who was also in the newly-installed kitchen had the glass jar containing some bonbons. He tried to scream, but instead acid erupted from his throat, flowing down his shirt which he now noticed had half its buttons missing. The glass jar smashed on his head, and he sprawled on the floor. All the man saw was crazy lights and patterns in his mind as he looked at his kitchen for the last time. The assassin picked up one of the bloody bonbons, washed it under the sink and chewed it. He had ruined his life. Now payback was in order.
