a little fears flash fiction horror short story

Dannis Shot

Mac’s body lay on the floor. A slow rasping exhale, the final breath. Danni stood, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure if it was from the gun smoke, or her emotions getting the better of her.

It was OK now, though. Everything would be fine. She watched Mac’s blood forming patterns around the bumps and grooves in the floor.

The lights flickered and the moon slid behind a cloud, as the dead started pulling the door off its hinges.