MicroHorror

He looked at the screen, his eyes wide open and his jaw gaping. He had been reading his e-mail when he opened the message. The subject was “Hello.”

“I want you to look at the photos, and send the information I need. That is what I hope you do, Mr. Ryan.”

He read the contents and his eyes froze. The boy took a deep breath and opened the attachment. He could see two photos. In one of them he saw a little girl totally ripped open, her guts on the floor, and a dog eating them. In the other photo he could see a woman with a rope around her neck, hanging from the ceiling.

He closed the e-mail and smiled. “Thank God I’m not Ryan,” he said, rising from the chair.