Thanks Hai Dang , here’s my attempt at micro fiction, from mundane to weirder:

I was woken by someone ringing the doorbell. 3:15 a.m.

As I approached the door, I noticed a shattered mirror. Blood all over the hallway.

Two girls stood outside my apartment, giggling. Pale as chalk.

“May I come in?” the first one asked.

“No. It’s late. I’m not interested.”

“But why?” she said, forcing a sad expression. “Don’t you like me? You already let her in.”

The other one smiled.

Her fangs were stained with blood.

Do you want to share your micro fiction? Mᴀʟᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ Mᴏʀᴛ, Mike, SyntheticLife