The Hunting
You walk out of your room and walk out your sliding glass door downstairs in the kitchen.
You see lights on and hear a scream, hopefully it is just one of their children, so you heat up some milk in the microwave because, like warm milk is a thing right? Put the kiddo to sleep so you can sleep, perfect sense.
You walk over to their front door with milk ready to offer, as you ring the doorbell, the screaming subsides all too suddenly.
A man, who is not your neighbor answers, bloody and disfigured, you scream drop the milk and try to run,
But right as you do, he grabs your wrist, pulls you inside, and kills you.
The screams weren't subsided any longer
cause getting killed is scary.
RIP
You see lights on and hear a scream, hopefully it is just one of their children, so you heat up some milk in the microwave because, like warm milk is a thing right? Put the kiddo to sleep so you can sleep, perfect sense.
You walk over to their front door with milk ready to offer, as you ring the doorbell, the screaming subsides all too suddenly.
A man, who is not your neighbor answers, bloody and disfigured, you scream drop the milk and try to run,
But right as you do, he grabs your wrist, pulls you inside, and kills you.
The screams weren't subsided any longer
cause getting killed is scary.
RIP
