Last Rung
an excerpt

I moved again to the door, pushing it lightly so it gave into the room. The overhead light was out but the secondary light illuminating the sink was turned on. The fridge door was open, the interior light blinking.

I paused, then turned to the table taking a step. My foot squished into something as I did causing an involuntary gagging sound to erupt from my lips as I lifted it up. Red, a red substance was oozing across the tiled floor at my feet.

Ketchup? I thought, but knew it was wrong. The pool of blood was wide breaching the dining room door.

I clicked off the safety, heading to the door. “Mo?” I called entering the room I gun raised at chest level as I swept the room. And then I screamed, but it caught in my throat. Like any good scream would.