Now I’m holding the gun
The dog barked downstairs into the dark
He became alert and fear crept in
He indulged and let the stories unfold
The door slowly slid open
Dog silent for some reason
The dark figure shifted through the kitchen
Floated up the stairs and through the door
He lay there frozen as he sensed the figure
Melting, looking face to mask
He laughed and grabbed the gun pointing at him
Placing the cold metal in his warm mouth
He spoke through muffled vibrations
gO oN sHoOt mE tHeN
The figure paused…
Removed the mask and …
*Click*
Now I’m holding the gun