The loud knock of the door broke the silence of the night.
— ¿How many times do I have to remind you to take out the trash?— A young man stammered to himself — I only ask one thing and when I occupy more they disappear.
The desperate young man crossed the front yard of his house carrying some black bags in his hands.
— To make matters worse, i can't see anything. Oh they're definitely going to get a good… — A familiar sound interrupted her complaint.
On the floor was one of the bags he was carrying. Strangely, he checked with his eyes if the handles were broken, but on the contrary, the only thing out of place was a red stain.A small, stabbing pain began to be felt in his arm. he looked at it. His mind could not understand what he saw, or rather what he did not see. A small unbalance forced him to instinctively release the bag he was holding in his right hand in order to keep his balance, the sound of the bag falling was accompanied by a splash that caught his attention. A red pool formed where her right leg should be. Due to the rapidity of the events, his conscience did not react to the terrible events. It wasn't until he saw them. In the darkness he could only see two shadows with huge white eyes, and despite not seeing his pupils, he knew they were staring at him. One shadow held the missing left hand in its mouth, the other shadow held the missing right leg in its hands.
— WHA ... what ... WHAT A HELL ...
Without being able to finish, his head shot out, torn from his already dismembered body and before he touched the ground, a third shadow took the detached head from the hair. The three shadows stared as her body turned into a fountain of blood.
"This story does not have a happy ending"