The year is 2099, I’m driving my hooverbike to work in Southie. I see a young woman, dressed up in a blue skirt, white blouse and sandals. She
stands in front of what should be a condemned house, head facing the ground. I pull
in, maybe she might need help. She turns,
returning into the house.
“Wait. Can I help?”
“Come in.”
I follow her through the door, it violently shuts behind me.
My heart sinks, seeing dead bodies scattered about.
I feel cold steel against my neck and hear a soft giggling.
“It will be over soon.” She promises.