100 Words - Horror

fear eyes

I had to scurry up the stairs. She had my laptop and guessed my password. (It’s not hard if you know me.) Sure enough she was rifling through my browser history. I yelled, “I’m a mystery writer! It’s just research for a book!”

I thought it would help to show her some of my recent writing and explain how it related to the research I was doing. She was hesitant, but agreed.

For the first few pages it was going well. She laughed at the cops’ witty comments. Then she got to the disemboweling scene. I’m going to miss her.