Eye Spy

Why did people think Joseph was so odd? Flash fiction for a contest in 100 words...

I pushed my hair gingerly away from my glasses as I waited at his door.

People at work found Joseph odd, yet I thought him intriguing.  He greeted me with a smile and a bottle of Merlot.  When we drained the last drops he smiled,

“Pop to the wine cellar and fetch another?”

Opposite, a door was ajar and curiosity overcame me.  As I pushed it open light fell upon the severed heads, each suspended on a pole like Macbeth, their eyes gouged, empty frames illuminating their dead sockets.

I screamed.

Joseph appeared behind me, a knife in his hand……