by R.A. Goli
Jonah woke, drenched in sweat, heart thumping. He’d dreamt of a killer, hacking up body parts. He wiped his sticky hands on the bedcover, leaving red smears.
There was blood under his nails. His head pounded; his memory foggy.
Did I mix up my meds?
The Advent Calendar looked like it’d been tampered with. He tore into the first tiny door. A human eyeball stared back. The next; a finger, in another; a tongue. The last of the twelve squares held an ear and a note.
“Do you hear what I hear?”
The distant sound of police sirens grew louder.
R.A. Goli is an Australian writer of horror, fantasy, and speculative short stories, who enjoys reading, the occasional cemetery walk, and annoying her dog, two cats, and husband.
Check out her numerous publications including a fantasy novella, and collection of short stories at https://ragoliauthor.wordpress.com/