Hope you guys are having a great Easter. Here is another new blog post from my new blog. This is Part 2 to my short story Killer Treads. Enjoy.
It was an old sounding voice; no not old, creaky is the word I am looking for. It had the feel and sound of one of those old doors that would swing open in a scary house. You know the kind, the doors that need some oil and screech like a demon because of it. The ones that make the goose bumps rise, and the hair stand up on your arms.
“I’m calling about the treadmill,” Bob replied, nervously.
“The one I posted online?” The voice screeched.
“That’s the one. Is it really that price?”
“Do you have twenty dollars?”
“Is it in your hands?”
“Can it be in your hands?”
“Yes, I guess. I need to get my wallet.”
“Get it then,” the screechy voice replied.
“Hold on a minute.” Bob went downstairs and got his wallet. He then went back upstairs and picked up the…
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