It was perfect; The killing.
She had hit the pointed hammer on the unsuspecting victim’s head, and she waited until a life writhed it’s way to death in front of her.
‘I need to clean this mess’, she thought as she composed herself and ran to her kitchen.
When she came back to the scene of crime with her cleaning tools, she noticed the body wasn’t there on that spot. ‘This can’t happen, where is the damn body?’ She looked around.
The body had come back from the dead and it slowly clawed it’s way up using it’s thirty three legs, on her back over her night gown, to snatch a part of her bare neck.
The killing; It was perfect.