by Rod Drake
By the time I got there, blood was everywhere. Liz had had one of her spells again, and our neighbors had unfortunately suffered the consequences. They had seemed like a nice couple but now they were unrecognizable, even though Liz had tried to pose them sitting on their couch as though nothing were wrong, it was just another quiet night at home watching television. Of course, they had nothing resembling heads anymore. I had two choices: call the police or look for a new place to live. I told Liz to go wash up while I started looking through the newspaper at apartment listings.
Rod Drake has just joined Facebook and is surprised that he has 9 friends. Check out his longer stories in Fictional Musings, Flashes of Speculation, Flash Forward, MicroHorror, Powder Burn Flash and AcmeShorts.