June Challenge - "The man she buried is back and knocking."

The man she buried is back and knocking, drenched from head to toe, his long black hair shining through the midnight sky. He was looking to the ground as if to hide the bloodlust reflecting from his pupils. I didn’t know whether to call her or wait until he left. As I stared at the video monitor waiting for him to try the backdoor or send a rock through our window, It was difficult to not be in awe of how he managed to survive her wrath. My sister was never a violent being, but one human can only be pushed so far. Through the monotonous sharp tapping coming from the door down the hall, flashbacks start to invade my mind one by one. The accusation, the argument, the pushing. Nobody was reared for what happened next...

The man she buried is back and knocking, drenched from head to toe, his long black hair shining through the midnight sky. He was looking to the ground as if to hide the bloodlust reflecting from his pupils. I didn’t know whether to call her or wait until he left. As I stared at the video monitor waiting for him to try the backdoor or send a rock through our window, It was difficult to not be in awe of how he managed to survive her wrath. My sister was never a violent being, but one human can only be pushed so far. Through the monotonous sharp tapping coming from the door down the hall, flashbacks start to invade my mind one by one. The accusation, the argument, the pushing. Nobody was prepared for what happened next...

A wealthy woman gets rid of her husband, or does she?

Some things we bury don't stay gone.

Some voices find their way back—no matter how far you run.

She buried him in the cold.

But grief made her wet.

An alienated woman all alone in her home suddenly hears knocking in the middle of the night. But when she check who it is she sees a familiar face, not that of a loved one. But of a man who is supposedly dead. A man whom she helped bury less than a week ago.

Sara had a problem. Her husband wouldn't stay dead.

The man she buried is back and knocking. She thought she put that man out of his misery. The ominous noise starts again. “KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!”  Always in a row of three knocks.

When the Wizard gave Scarecrow a brain it was done with malicious intent. And then Scarecrow's need for a brain sent him after his dear friends.

Lisa thought that they had killed him off four years ago but she should've known that the bad ones always come back for more.