Murderer

Our cat Vlad has killed something, again. And ate it.

There are blood smears on the floor. 

Based on the amount of blood - it must have been small.

We haven't heard any commotion and the furniture wasn't disturbed.

It was probably a mouse or a chipmunk.

Vlad looks content, asleep in his pink fluffy bed.

There is nothing left, no tail, or innards, no tufts of fur.

Unless Vlad stuffed a present into someone's shoe. Ugh.

This is what's it's like, to live with a killer. One always has to be weary of finding bits and pieces of dead things.

Speaking of killers...

There is a herd of deer that hangs out on our street. We see them every single day - they travel from yard to yard, eating everything in their path. I think this is a perfect idea for a horror film. The Herd. You come out to get the paper in the morning - and they are there. You drive you children home from swim practice - and they are there. You walk your child to the bus stop - and they are there. Always, standing there, watching with those eerie eyes, unafraid, uncontained, twitching their ears and tails, signaling to each other.

If you think they are harmless bambis - look up the statistics on deer-related fatal car crashes. They lie in wait, and jump onto the road (usually after dark) in front of your car, like absolute maniacs. 

If you were to write a horror story about something seemingly innocent and mundane - what would it be?