Still receiving no response, he yelled, "OK, b***h, I can see you're going to continue to do this the hard way."
The psychotic man moved away from the base of the stairs. He pushed over the top box from a nearby pile and heard the glass Christmas ornaments inside break as the box tumbled to the floor.
He eyed an old softball bat leaning in a corner. He brushed the cobwebs away and picked it up. Armed with both the knife and the bat, he looked around the cellar. If I were a lousy w***e, where would I hide from a killer? Behind the water heater!
The killer marched over to the large grey tank. "Last chance to come out..." There was no movement so he struck. He swung the bat around the appliance like a pro. He couldn't wait for it to bash her skull in.
CLANG! The bat smashed into
