Pretty Little Monster
“She had this look in her eyes, something I’ve never seen before, not in a person anyway. Maybe an animal, like one of the bobcats my dad’s shot. I don’t even think they looked so wild, so… evil.”
Listening to him brought chills to Beth, and she rubbed her arms. Thinking it was the AC that was making her uncomfortable, Michael reached over and slid the bar on the dash, making it slightly warmer. “What do you think it was?” Beth asked, afraid to hear the answer.
“I know exactly what it was.” His words came slow, like saying it out loud would unleash some sort of demonic presence into their town. Beth had a feeling it might be too late to prevent that. “It was a pill bottle.”
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