“Gonna s-split you in h-half bitch!” Charlie blubbered, crawling over to her. “S-s-split you in h-half!” He knelt above her, raising the knife.

Charlie felt something hit him in the back, punching out through his chest. As he heard the report of the gunshot, he looked down to see a spray of blood as a second hole burst open above the first. The knife slipped from his fingers.

Charlie looked over his shoulder. The woman in the devil mask stood several feet away, a pistol in her hands.


 Deb squeezed the trigger one last time. The bullet struck Charlie’s chin, blowing away most of his bottom jaw and part of his throat. Charlie Drenth crumpled to the side, his one cyclops eye staring.

All his life, Charlie had hated women. As a direct result of this prejudice, he’d never entertained the possibility that a female could be his equal, either in strength or in intelligence. He had made it a habit, underestimating his victims. This time he’d paid for that affectation with his life. “Yuuu…!” Charlie slurred his dying words. “…bissshhhh!”

By TheCheezman

WAYNE MILLER is the owner and creative director of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, specializing in theatrical performances and haunted attractions. He has written, produced, and directed (and occasionally acted in) over two dozen plays, most of them in the Horror and True Crime genres. He obtained a doctorate in Occult Studies from Miskatonic University and is an active paranormal investigator. Is frequently told he resembles Anton Lavey. And Ming the Merciless. Denn die totden reiten schnell!

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