Flash Fiction 8, 99 words of horror contest.
I like Julie. I hope she likes me. She goes to my school and sometimes we play tag so much, we have to lie down and watch the clouds until our breath comes back.
I knock on her door and ask her dad if I can see her. He takes me back and I slip on a slick of bright blood, falling hard. Julie’s dad turns.
“Julie was a bad girl. I had to make her clean.” He moves closer; stares. Pulling out her head, he squats on the floor and begins to eat.
“Are you a bad boy?”
my entry in the 99 words of horror halloween contest