“Do you have any idea where we’re are going?”
“I’m just following the signs.” Darrin pointed to the arrow on the wall. “I figure whoever painted ‘em has a final destination in mind.”
Stephen’s hand life-gripped the rail on the rickety steps. “This building doesn’t exactly seem safe, D.”
Tapping the arrow on the door, Darrin stopped. “Steph, quit being a buzzkill. Think of it as an adventure.”
“There’s probably an axe-murderer with a freezer full of meddlesome people’s toes on the other side of that door, you know.” Still, Stephen blindly followed Darrin into the darkness.
“I do know. And now, so do you.”
Stephen’s eyes were a bit tardy in bending to the dim light. He only had time to spot the freezer in the corner before the axe hit his neck.
“And it’s heads, not toes.”
LKT © 2015
Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers weekly prompt. Click the link below to read other participant’s entries.