The Sunday Whirl

I woke to find an unholy feast of strange foods, snakes, trapped but not dead, turning and twisting on a platter that was drenched in blood. A wave of nausea started to rise into me, my lips salivating for some reason. Then the friend that I thought I had lost started to swagger into the room, holding a knife. The blade’s edges seemed to be dripping with red…this must be a nightmare!

Julie will never go to another horror movie with her friend.

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