This post is written for Friday Fictioneer’s.
A quiet stream runs behind the old white house. It provides a perfect reflection of the crime to occur. It will be dark in a few minutes. I can visualize the family inside. At least they are having a festive time. I can just picture the Christmas decorations around the tree. Ellen’s time is just about up. She had her opportunity but she choose him. That will be a fateful decision. Bitch! Snow is in the forecast. The snow will hide my footprints. One step at a time as they say. Here I come Ellen!
Oh Danny Boy! 
I kind of hope Ellen stays out of his reach… Excellent suspense you’ve created.
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When he’s caught it will be first degree murder. The way you describe looking at the house from there definitely gave me the chills.
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And he will be caught. Soon!
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oh my, shouldn’t he wait until the holidays to get it done? 🙂
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Ba Humbug!
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Oh the revenge of the broken! Poor Ellen. Doomed for sure. Well done, Danny.
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Yikes! All that Christmas cheer is about to be turned into unforgettable horror!
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Looks like it!
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Oh dear, I think this may be a Christmas to forget.
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It will be hard to forget!
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Oh no what will happen…. 🙂
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I’m thinking nothing good!
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This does not bode well for Ellen methinks.
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I think you are correct!
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This is the real horror, that sadly happens again and again.
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And Ellen thought she could change him when they got married. Little did she know…
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He will, of course, be a prime suspect anyway
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He’s doomed for sure.
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Those stalkers are the worst. There is a kind of ‘Stephen King’ type of horror about to unfold here. Scary stuff.
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Thanks for the kind words.
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