Shower Stories

Blood

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Tired and hungry Emily sat down on the train, she had just finished her shift at the local restaurant where she cleaned dishes, toilets, floors, and just about anything that needed cleaning.

This was not her only job she also worked at a small, yet popular, pub near her house where she served drinks to the people who are somehow always drunk, but she did not have to work there today as the pub was closed due to some renovations taking place.

While sitting on the train Emily thought about her husband, Charles, and wondered how his day at work was. Charles was a lawyer and a wealthy one at that. Now you, the reader, are probably confused as to why Emily has to work two jobs if her husband is so wealthy, it is because Charles is greedy and wants all the money to himself leaving Emily with very little.

Emily was taken away from her thoughts as she looked out of the window to see that it was her stop. Thankfully the train station was quite near her house making the walk home much easier.

She approached her front door, unlocking it with the key she held in her hand. As she opened the door an unfamiliar smell entered her nose.
Emily set her heavy bag down and hung her coat on the coat rack by the door. Still not knowing what the smell was she investigated, the uneasy feeling in her stomach told her not to call out to her husband.

She walked into the living room to see something that sent shivers down her spine and goosebumps crawling up her arms. She finally discovered what the smell. It was blood and it was coming from the body of a young girl on the floor of her living room.

A/n

I re-wrote some of this.
It's still Shitty.
Ah well what can ya do.
Also it's really fun to read the first few paragraphs in a 1940s narrator voice.
~your local friendly satanist