(Continued from Jessica Sita at Watchful Creature)
Before I can turn back for a more suitable weapon from my purse, like maybe an eyeliner shank, a crunching sound causes the two figures to stop in mid stride. I glance down and see a discarded sandwich bag filled with Lucky Charms. No marshmallows. Only that crappy cereal that tastes like shaved dog treats. I hated that cereal as a kid. Now I had reason to hate it as an adult; thanks to that damned crunch, the two figures were looking right at me. There was no turning back now.
Lucky Charms my ass.
I tightened my grip on the mascara tube, prepared to either bluff my way out or, if necessary, give these two creeps a total makeover. And by that I mean jamming the tip of that voluminous mascara applicator somewhere Avon never intended. Ding dong, Avon calling…
Drawing closer, I could begin to make out their faces. Regardless of how this turned out, a makeover wouldn’t hurt these two. Aside from being the most unattractive potential murders I’ve ever seen, I noticed something more important: Whatever was wrapped up in that tarp had an extension cord sticking out of it…
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