My Last Vacation (A tale from beyond the grave)
The apartment had been freshly decorated, the lingering smell of paint a dead giveaway, yet something still felt strange, there was definitely a chill in the room which was a surprise considering the outside temperature. Before I could ask why though the bellboy ushered me through the door and began to show me around the apartment, with it's newly-fitted kitchenette, brand new two seat sofa, which still had it's plastic covers on, cable TV, which he assured me was totally free and full-to-bursting mini-bar.
“Which one's the bathroom?”
“That's through this door, Sir.” The bellboy placed his hand on the cold, metal, handle but as soon as he did the same chill that I had felt on first entering the room ran through my body once again. “Are you alright, sir? You look a little pale.”
“Guess the flight got to me more than I realized. I'll be okay after a long, hot, soak.”
“I'm sure you will, sir.”
With that he pushed the door open, and as I saw the blood-stained floor, walls and bath, for the first time, I also saw the stiletto blade appear out of the middle of my chest.
©JSMorbius
2 comments:
Oh you do the chilling tease so well!
Ew! Gross! That was a surprise. The cold feeling he initially had led into the twist at the end. Reminds me of Norman Bates and Psycho. Great Tease!
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