It had been a long day and horror was the last thing he wanted and yet he couldn’t look away. He’d stumbled across a collection of short stories full of macabre imagery and he was hooked.
    Exhaustion seemed to be creeping up from the shadows in his room, shadows amplified by the light of his computer screen and he elected to call it a night…after he’d read one more piece.
    The title, ‘Cold Steel’ grabbed his attention like a shrill cry in the dark and so he double clicked.

“It had been a long day and horror was the last thing he wanted and yet he couldn’t look away. He’d stumbled across a collection of short stories full of macabre imagery and he was hooked.”

    A cold breeze blew across his bare shoulder blades and caused a shiver to run through him. It felt like he’d been tickled by a million tiny fingers however he only had a few lines before he could collapse into his warm bed.

“Exhaustion seemed to be creeping up from the shadows in his room, shadows amplified by the light of his computer screen and he elected to call it a night…”

One line to go and then bedtime, just one line when a sharp prick in the nape of his neck made his head sit up.
'You sonofabitch. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Well you were fucking wrong!'
He felt the cold steel of a knife slide smoothly into his neck and glide through his throat.
   The warmth of the blood streaming down his chest caused goose bumps to crawl along his flesh and all he could think was, ‘gottta read the last line, just one more line.’