Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26193563-20150504003221

For the past seven years, I've always been a single guy living in a crappy house by a polluted lake. What made it crappy was that the front door couldn't lock, and no matter how many times I called a shop or business the reception's always been cut off. These days I feel a bit worried. When I come back from work as a garbage collector there's always a trail of bloody footprints from the outside leading into the house by the front door, then turning around at the closet under the stairs and winding back out again. I have to wash the blood off the floorboards. What got me so scared today was when I came home there was the usual trail of footprints leading into the house, but I didn't see any coming out..  