“Welcome to another hour of macabre musical tracks! Somewhere out there I hope there’s a Johanna just waiting to be stolen.”
The truck hit a bump along an old gravel road. Headlights off so not to arouse suspicion. Radio loud enough for the driver and his passenger to hear. He hummed along to the song, tapping the wheel hypnotically.
Moonlight broke through the sycamore trees revealing a dilapidated Victorian house, long abandoned by time and money.
He lowered the cab of his truck and pulled her bound legs towards him. Hoisting her over one shoulder her name tag falls. JOHANNA.
*Sneak peek at July Song Title & Lyrics Prompts*
I feel you, Johanna
And one day, I’ll steal you.
Noooooooooooooo! Lord have mercy, Erica! Creep City.