A darkling drabble offers a shiver of horror in a hundred words…
Jack was a soulless parasite who specialised in marrying lonely middle-aged women. His latest fiancée was a satisfactorily wealthy soul whose adoration he enjoyed almost as much as her money.
When she wasn’t at the front door to greet him, he called her name. There was no reply, only a single drip, drip.
Thinking of plumbing he looked upwards only to be hit in the face by a splatter of blood from the partially decapitated body hanging over the banister.
He screamed and ran.
Into the arms of his last but one wife.
Who had found him.
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