I forgot it was Friday the 13th.
Two people were standing in the middle of the road. staring at the building .
Goosebumps rose on my skin.
Then I looked down at the bottle of night time Tylenol. “Well this seems like a great plot for a horror movie,” I muttered to Daisy. “A murderous duo comes upon a bonfire. Leaving bodies in their wake to quench their need for blood, they’ve discovered one more to satiate their sadistic madness!Will she fight back?”
Not likely! I drugged myself to sleep. Perhaps I will crap myself. Either way it would be a bad kill.