Terror Tales of the Unknown

With the fear of turning around, she closed her eyes and prayed silently in her head. Not wanting to move or make a sound she's still, and although it feels as if her breathing in louder than the sound of its footsteps, she was wrong and she was silent. The footsteps drew closer and her palms grew sweaty as the knife in her hand slipped. She heard a voice, so much sweetness laced the words it was sickening. Moving slightly she held her breath and peaked around her shoulder only to freeze and feel a knife pressed against her back. A face leaned over her shoulder and whispered something unclear enough to recall. Her body moved on its own and kicked her leg back hitting his knee and making him drop; with this opportunity she brought knife down aiming at her husband's head only to miss and her hand was caught. She soon realized the look in his eyes; they were hollow and dull with no color and seemed to make you freeze. Stopping for that split second cost her everything, and now she sat here; in a cell. Accused of killing her husband in cold blood; She remembered that night clearly,and only grinned and the image of her husbands face when he took his last breath.