Michael Jan Friedman
It wasn't the way his head sat on the kitchen table, surrounded by a pool of dried blood, that sent chills up the rungs of her spine. It was the way the rest of him came lurching at her across the linoleum, hands outstretched, making noises in its chest that she recognized even in the depths of her fear as their song.
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