When Christine walks into the room she expected to see anything... But not this. She tries to shallow but it doesn't seem to work and there is a horrible taste in her mouth. She also notices that her presence hasn't been noticed by the person standing with his back to her. 2 Possibilities. 1 run and be safe. 2... Well 2 is simple. Stay, make your presence known. She looks at the guy standing in front of her. Before him, on a table lies another man. He was alive until the second she opened that door, when an old silver hunting knife was pushed into his carotid artery. The person who was handling the knife was looking at his victim.
"That is what you get." He whispers close to the man's ear. Taking the knife out.
Christine could no longer hold it in. Maybe if she talked this would prove to be a dream because it is impossible for her to have witnessed a murder and for her to know the murderer.
Her voice comes out in soft whisper, some part of her mind was surprised that he could hear but he did.
"Michael?"
Authors note: tell me what you think please. English is not my first language.
