by Pavi Raman
The Dardanellis threw the best Halloween parties in the neighbourhood. They were a charming couple, old school. So of course there were rumours. Everything from unholy rituals to BDSM.
The theme: vampires. Perfect with Paulo’s overbite and Sophia’s pale skin.
Paulo opened the door. Eerie silence filled the house.
“Party downstairs. The basement is soundproofed,” he explained, grinning.
“You have no idea.”
“Oh, but I do.”
We both laughed.
I seized him, tore his neck with my fangs.
The body tumbled down the stairs, and Sophia screamed.
I locked the basement door behind me.
This party was just beginning.
Pavi Raman celebrates her life as a proud wife and a warrior mom. A physician in another life, her hobbies include reading and writing, then nitpicking what she writes. She has written over a 100 short stories, some of which have been published in the USA and India. www.wittybean.com