I have neglected to post a story title all week and as result I shall post two including this one today.
Red Eyes
Shane and Ella are a newly wed couple. Back from their honeymoon, they move into an old house, intending to renovate it slowly. About a month after they move in, they host a welcome party and everyone seems to be having a good time. Then someone disappears... no trace of him is ever found. Where could he be? Someone... or something knows the answer. From the shadows, something scuttles, the red eyes deep and penetrating- watching patiently as the clock ticks...as the long and short hand become one.
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