the night sky slipped through the windows as you and jill lay on the couch, watching the newest ‘stab’ movie together. But it seemed throughout it, jill only had insults to throw the killers way…

“come on, that form? And the finger prints too, this killer doesn’t think properly.” jill dramatically complained, acting as if she’d done it all before?

Her hand reached into the popcorn bucket yet again to cure her annoyance, yet her gaze kept trailing over to you, as if she was studying your reaction through each travesty.

suddenly a cold breeze pushed past the curtains, making the aura just that much more chilling. That only caused a grin to form on jill’s lips as she slipped the popcorn in her mouth.

“now we’re talking.” she remarked proudly, taking note of your shift in confidence after the breeze knocked open the windows.