Jack and Jill went up the Hill Thunder rumbled in the distance. Jack shivered, but he wasn’t cold. The blood stained curtain billowed, though the air was still. Jack heard the door creak open behind him. Footsteps echoed in the silence. He looked down and checked the silencer on his pistol. Could someone have heard the shot, he wondered fearfully. Jack didn’t want the witness to see his face. So, he stopped himself from turning around. The cabin was in the middle of the woods. It was a dark and stormy evening. And, no one knew he was here. No one even knew he was in town! He covered his face with one hand, and balanced the pistol in the other. Timing was everything. He whipped around and fired three shots. He turned a little with each shot, to improve his chances of hitting whoever was behind him. To his horror, he realized the door was still shut and no one was behind him. There were 3 bullet holes in the door. His h...
