[ WP ] [ CW ] Write a happy story that turns into a horror-story with the last sentence .

When I saw that Jake had left flowers on my doorstep, I have to admit that I swooned a bit. I'm not usually a swooning kind of girl, but as it turned out I was a sucker for romantic gestures. We'd been walking home from school together lately, and though he'd acted a bit cool at times, I could n't help but think he was interested in me. 
 
 Yeah, I had a crush. But for once in my life, it looked like it was working out. 
 
 I did n't mention the flowers, which were now in a vase on my nightstand. I thought Jake might bring them up, but it seemed like he was in a mood to be sneaky. Well, if he was n't going to man up and make a move, I certainly was n't going to do it for him. 
 
 A couple of days later I got a handwritten love note in the mailbox, signed `` you're greatest admirer.'' The grammar was n't all on point, but you could tell that he'd really tried to write something romantic. I put the note on my nightstand next to the flowers and went to sleep with a goofy grin on my face. 
 
 Jake was perfect. He was n't athletic exactly, but definitely not out of shape either, kind of in the middle somewhere. I wondered if he had abs. Maybe when he finally asked me out and we went to a movie or something I'd get a chance to sneak a feel and find out. 
 
 He did n't do anything else for a couple of weeks, and I began to feel a bit crestfallen. Maybe he'd moved on, found another girl he liked? We were still walking home from school together, but I had n't noticed any changes in him... if anything, he seemed to have grown more distant. 
 
 Then one night I found a note taped to the outside of my bedroom window. I yanked the window open and grabbed the envelope. In this note, Jake pledged his heart to me, claiming eternal devotion. He signed it the same way, `` you're greatest admirer,'' and promised to take the next step on Friday! 
 
 I was giddy all week. Jake was going to ask me out on Friday! I just had to pretend that I did n't know it was him for a little while longer... 
 
 But Friday came and Jake said nothing out of the ordinary during our walk home. I was n't worried - he'd probably come by that evening, maybe with more flowers. 
 
 By 10:00, I was beginning to have doubts, so I rang him up. 
 
 `` What's going on, Jake?'' I demanded. 
 
 `` Huh?'' 
 
 `` You said you'd ask me out today! In your letter!'' 
 
 Jake was quiet for a moment. I tugged on the telephone cord. 
 
 `` What letter?'' said Jake, as something massive and dark tapped on my bedroom window.
