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Cat Jealousy
It’s Just Imagination, Okay!
John stood in front of the door, his mother pounding against it from the other side, her screams growing wilder with each passing second. He had seen her anger rise to terrifying heights before and had learned how to manage it — most of the time. But he wasn’t about to test if there was another level to her madness.
He had no intention of staying long enough to find out.
Not that it mattered. If she managed to break through the nearly indestructible door, she would be met with a sight no mother should ever witness. Her son was drenched in blood, bits of brain tangled in his hair, streaks of crimson and water trailing down his back.
None of it was his, of course. Nor was the severed head he clutched by the hair in his right hand or the bloodstained machete gripped tightly in his left.
Across the room, his girlfriend watched him, a slow smile spreading. She snickered and slithered toward him, crawling on the floor like a serpent before coiling herself around his legs.
“Ohhh, Johnny… I love you,” she purred, pressing her face into his calf.
The decapitated head’s slick jugular brushed against the crown of her head, painting her hair with fresh blood.
