Never Say Dead by Tina Glasneck

In the spirit of Halloween, I've drafted a short scene. It's created with the thought of Halloween that I used as a short prompt to get me typing on my current work in progress.

Please enjoy the unedited scene from Never Say Dead

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The full moon rested in the clear night sky. Sirens wailed in the distance, flashing blue lights pulled into the cul-de-sac, while children dressed in their Halloween apparel went from house to house seeking a treat instead of a horrible trick.

Rose walked with her youngest daughter, Annabelle, dressed as Snow White, trying to ignore the passing by police lights until they stopped in front of their house. Tonight was to be only about fun. With a pillow case filled with candy bars and a bitter divorce behind them, Rose picked up her step.

"Why are the police at our house, mommy?" Annabelle asked. The questioning gaze and barely concealed panic lit up her face, as she tightened her grip.

"Come on," Rose said pulling Annabelle behind her.

They arrived as if on wings. Neighbors looked on, gathered and whispered, while children made a wide girth from her beige paneled siding two story house.

No one was supposed to be there, with Beth at college in Washington DC, and Chris and David at a friend's house. Yet, as the chill rose up her spine, she felt that something was wrong. 

"What's going on?" she heard someone ask one of the men in blue.

"We received a call about a murder here on the property," he said checking off something on a clipboard.

"There must be some mistake!" Rose shouted and  pushed her way through the throng of people, not hearing anything. She dashed passed the cop, into the house, pulling her daughter with her, toward the bright lights and frenzy of activity in her back yard. Her blood pumped in her ears, deafening the abundance of noise around her, except the sound of her heart beating and her youngest daughter's screams.

It was then she saw Beth, nude stretched out, and surrounded by a blackness that could  only be blood. Scrawled on her pale skin was a simple smiley face. Her head lay in an odd angle and her once lively brown eyes were empty, holding the untold secret of who did it to her.

Rose fell to her knees, slamming them into the now trampled grass, and wailed.

He'd come back as he'd promised. She shook as waves of grief, pain and disbelief hit her. She was supposed to be safe there. But from him, there wasn’t such a thing.

The man that had butchered her family twenty years ago was back.

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About Tina: I am the author of THOU SHALL NOT. I love creating three dimensional characters and am always looking for new people to kill…in my stories.

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