The Tenant

by Freida McFadden

I came from nothing and hated it.

so I’ve taken steps to ensure that my life is going to be different. I never want to have to worry about the lights being shut off.

Except… Why does this voice in the back of my head keep telling me to get rid of her right now, while I still can?

It’s somehow hard to imagine Whitney on a date though. If she had sex with a guy, she’d probably have to devour him after the mating ritual was over.

I imagine my fist making contact with Whitney’s smug face. I imagine my fingers wrapping around her skinny little neck and squeezing until her lips turn blue. It would feel so good.