A Short Story : A Story?

From the start Billy thought some things were a little odd. The first thing that was odd about her was when she immediately opened the door and little comments she made to him. Then he thought she was a little dotty, but he was getting a deal. Finally, he decided she was off her rocker, but he compensated for all the odd little things she did by reminding himself that she was a sweet old lady. Billy should’ve trusted his instincts when something seemed off, but because he doesn’t, he ends up in a situation where something awful will

Not one to give up, she tells him that she knows he is missing someone but she does not want anything serious. She says that she only means to have fun and Billy

“I think you are a liar. You want to kill me. You’ve killed every breathing specimen that has ever walked into the house. You have killed Gregory Temple, Chris Mulholland, animals, heck you have probably even killed the poor post man,” Billy says loudly. At this point Billy knew that he had to find a way to get out of here before she added him to her kill

Billy: She d-did. And M-M-McMurphy! He did. And Harding! And the-the-the rest! They t-t-teased me, called me things!

Billy is not conscientious, and so it is milipinating not only himself but his actions. One example of this is, The old man explains to Billy that there is a Pub, “The Bell and Dragon” a quarter mile away. Billy goes off looking for it, but comes across a Bed & Breakfast that feels cozy,

"Woah." Jasper said in a surprised tone as he stumbled back a little, his hand on his head in pain. You immediately step towards him in concern and hold him steady. Murphy scoffed in the background, but you decided to ignore it as Jasper was your only concern at the

"Austin, are you okay?" I sat up more and leaned against the headboard. I was concerned about him.

As he hung up he looked over at Jessie, who was now sitting up in bed looking at him concerned. “What’s happened?” She asked.

“Hey,” he said, ”what are you-” Edward heard a dull thud and was knocked backward. The last things he could remember were feeling a sharp, stinging pain in the front of his skull and slowly losing consciousness.

“Leorio…” The Kurta placed his hand on Leorio’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Come here.” He shifted in bed, opening up a space for his friend.

"Cupcake, relax. I'm fine. It was just a shock from the contact. I wasn't expecting you to do that. Also to answer your previous question, I'm doing fine now that my heart rate is back to normal, how are you?"

This should’ve told Billy that the lady is trying to make him stay no matter what and that something was not right. Later on in the story Billy starts thinking about the landlady’s actions but

She carried the empty wine bottle and glass to the kitchen sink. She washed them methodically, ensuring every last sediment was removed from both. At last, she stood in the doorway and looked at her dead husband. She believed that during the days of planning his murder - she felt more emotion than she ever felt in fourteen

“Hey would you keep it down? I am trying to rest.”, whines a man lying on the ground against a brick building five feet in front of Malcolm. “Why are you here anyway? You appear to be well.”

“Thanks Murphy, now I have a headache.” She mumbled out loud. The she knew he was exactly to blame, her nights of staying up late didn’t help her any. Taking in a deep breath she hobbled her way over towards him.