A lonely person
I have a little-known habit - I like to watch the woman in the red dress on the opposite floor cook. I watched like this for more than a month, until just one second, she was suddenly strangled by her husband's throat.
By Jon4 years ago in Fiction
I was killed... The bullet goes between the eyebrows, one hit kills, and I don't remember anything else My soul is trapped in an iron box guarding my body.
