🚫FRIDAY HORROR STORIES (FHS)

The dangling chandelier keeps the creaky noises, leaves the fluorescent reflection unstable, while she struggles through the narrow opening of the window. 

The jagged edges of the ancient louvres cut through her skin before thick blood gushes out.

Her dull blonde hair momentarily holds on to the metal nails, causing further laceration to her skin. 

The unsettling bellows of the owls leaves even the night feeling uncomfortable as terror heightens. 

She breathes slowly in scanty seconds because she's trying to stay quiet but the masked figure grabs her from behind, drags her through the razor of the unfinished opened tile floor while her smooth skin releases it essence to a wasteful end. 

A harrowing hell journey from the living room to the kitchen were the masked figure finally retrieves a table knife and stabs her multiple times in the throat, however the more she tries to scream for help, her life force rapidly drifts from her chest. 

Summoning with last breath she manages to opens her lifeless eyes and gazes on the wrist of the masked figure's wrist upon which she beheld the Rolex watch purchased on the evening of her ex patner's birthday on the figure's wrist. 

"A crime of passion has been committed", the Inspector abruptly utters as he hurriedly seizes his eyes, throws hands in air dismissively, releases an overwhelming muffled before returning the remote control to the top of the TV. He grabs the few scattered case files above the burgundy cabinet and moves to report to the Superintendent. 

"Hard watch uhn?".. the Janitor, handling the mop and bucket mocked from across the entrance. 

"Great movie" he sarcastically responds.