He stabs me.
I stagger back. A wavering zeppelin punctured and out of control. I look down at the knife in my gut and know I am deflating.
I came into the room to check on…Â
A slight turn, and I see her body. She’s crumbled, blood pooling out across the linoleum.Â
She was babysitting the creepy little thing. The one rumored to play with knives and chop up teddy bears. Â
She needed beer money and asked me to come.Â
I was the dopey boyfriend, hoping for some s.e.x. after the kid was in bed.
We don’t even get that slasher staple.
We’re throwaway characters in the first scene of the horror. We set the stage for the carnage to come.Â
I know, as he slides the knife slides out and my eyes close, that the main title is about to appear.Â
This one came from a Creative Writing Club prompt about a character who was in the wrong part of the story. My students always laugh that I tie almost everything into horror. I love the idea that a character in a horror movie would be upset that they did not get the death that they thought they would.
Photo by Mikhail Nilov: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-boy-in-a-devil-costume-standing-9146879/
Visceral and so good. I want to know more!