It was Halloween.
The doorbell rang.
Andy wasn’t expecting anyone.
He turned up the volume on the TV.
The doorbell rang again.
‘Fuck me it’s not the moment!’ he shouted, but paused the TV and went to the door.
He’d give whoever it was a piece of his mind.
He yanked the door open, almost unhinging it.
There was a Spaceman on his doorstep.
‘What the …’ he started to protest, but the spaceman brought a heavy glove to Andy’s chin, knocking him back into the hallway.
The Spaceman then took one of the many tubes hanging from his spacesuit, coiled it around Andy’s neck and deftly strangled the life out of him before unzipping his spacesuit.
A wooshing sound filled the hallway and a lithe dark haired woman stepped out dressed in a white blouse and denim jeggings.
She bundled Andy into the spacesuit, then hoisted him onto the couch before resuming the programme on the TV.
She waited until the coast was clear before letting herself out.
The Spaceman Murderer had struck again.
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