The black widow (original horror story) by kllngjk, literature
Literature
The black widow (original horror story)
Tonight, Stan Georgiopoulos is inside The lucky strike, a well-known Edmonton bar. The crowded establishment’s ambience is rather noisy and the lonely 32 years old man, who has an ordinary beauty and curly brown hair, is slowly drinking his glass of Jack Daniels at the counter. “If only I could meet an interesting woman…” thinks Stan, who has thick glasses on his face. Suddenly, he feels a soft hand behind his back and he nervously turns his head. A red-haired, pale-skinned and young woman with black sunglasses just sat aside his stool. Then, she smiles while showing her perfect white teeth and tells with a certain accent: “Good evening my handsome man, my name is Varvara Chernayavdova. What’s yours ?” “Uh hi, my name is Stan Georgiopoulos.” timidly replies the skinny man. “Nice to meet you Stan.” grins the mysterious lady with a few piercings on her face. On her skin, there are many cobwebs tattoos, along with some spiders. Also, Varvara is only dressed with a burgundy tank top and