Shadow Crawlers. Part 7

Hope everyone had a good week, mine was fairly uneventful, didn’t get up to much.  eventful thing that happened was I thought some plants were stolen. I was asked ot water them, went outside and they weren’t there. It was confusing and amusing for a few minutes (Who the hell steals a plotted plant?) Before I was told that they had already been planted and no one said anything to me.

So obviously, my week has been extremely busy.

On with the show!

Part 1, Part 6

He walked through the streets slowly, just enjoying the freedom for now. There were so many people swarming past him, so, so many. He had rarely seen so many people together unless it was some celebratory event, or one of the mandatory executions. Everyone seemed so loud, so happy. There were so many flashing, moving lights. It was strange, but some things were better. Cars were certainly handy, as was television, seeing what was happening around the world from the comfort of your own home was amazing. The food was ok, though he missed the old cuisine. It seemed simpler, though at the time it was time and labour intensive. The food here wasn’t that fresh either. All canned and packaged. It was kind of strange. Though that would help explain the explosion in the human populations, they could transport large amounts of food without it going off.

He shook his head, he needed to pay attention, get his work done. He needed to recharge himself. He walked through the streets, not paying much attention, it didn’t really matter who he chose. He stopped outside one of the houses, it seemed right. He walked around the side of the house to the back, then he carefully tugged the sliding door, it slid smoothly in its track. He grinned, it was the right house. He stepped inside.

When he was done he felt so much better. Everything seemed brighter. The bodies were left in the sitting room, there would be no connection between him and this family, he had no fear of getting caught. There was a strong smell of blood, even now he could still smell it, though he suspected that it was in his mind. He was still reliving what had happened, going over the events again and again, savouring the screams, the pleas for mercy. He chuckled to himself. The world had apparently forgotten him, as it should. The world moves on, progress happens and he was one of the things that was cast aside, no doubt relegated to some kind of legend, some myth. That would certainly make things easier, particularly if no one believed he truly existed. He liked the infamy, but it could grow tiresome. It had been a long time since someone had begged him for their lives. People had ceased trying to beg, ceased hoping that he would ever stop. He liked the screams, it made it all better.  he locked Brett away again, the screaming was getting tiresome. It had been kind of fun during, those people pleading, Brett echoing them inside his head, but now that it was over it was just annoying. Brett hadn’t stopped screaming since the last person died. The sound was cut off and he breathed a sigh of relief. He stopped walking for a moment, reorientation himself, then he started towards home.

He climbed up the wall, and slipped into the window, it seemed that no one had noted his absence. Light was washing over the world, dawn was coming. He closed the curtains and laid on the bed, then he closed his eyes. He didn’t need to sleep much, a few hours here and there, but he had been trapped for so long he found that he needed more sleep than he had before. No doubt his body was struggling to return to its full strength. Sleep took him, as always there were no dreams, just blackness. Occasionally he surfaced when there were noises outside, his mind cataloguing and sorting them. There was nothing dangerous, they were the normal sounds of the house shifting and settling, then the sounds of people getting up. At ten he opened his eyes and sat up, he felt extremely refreshed. He stood and left the room, he wanted to have a shower. They were so relaxing and there was no limit to the amount of hot water.

Grady lay in bed. There was no point in getting up. There was nothing to do today. There were no jobs happening, no places she needed to be, nothing. She sighed, she didn’t really want to sleep, but nor did she want to get up. After a moment, she stood, a shower would help her start the day, she’d figure out what to do once she had woken a little. She could hear the shower going. She glanced around the doors, Brett’s was ajar. Shit. He’d be there for hours. She shook her head and went down to the kitchen. Amy was at the stove, cooking pancakes. “There’s toppings on the table, help yourself. Grady sat down and grabbed a fresh pancake from the pile. She ate slowly and methodically, enjoying each bite. By the time she was done, Brett had come down. As he started to eat, Grady ducked out of the kitchen and went to the bathroom, she wanted to have a shower before someone else managed to in there before her.

After she was done showering she went back downstairs. Dom was in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in front of him. Grady sometimes wondered if he ever actually ate, she had never seen him do so. Occasionally he would sit with them at dinner and there would be food in front of him, but all he ever did was move it around his plate. He smiled when he saw her. “I have a job for you.” “Really? What is it?” “Oh, nothing too stressful.” Grady sat down, “I want you and Brett to go back to that house.” “What? Why?” “Well, we haven’t heard anything about it, no one has heard of Tom’s death. I want someone to check it out. You’ve been there before, you know the layout. You’ll know if something is off or not. You’re the only one who can really do this.” “But why?” “Something’s happening and I want to know what.” “Have you asked Brett about this?” “I’m not asking. I’m telling and yes, he knows. He also knows that it is what’s best for everyone.” “But-” “No. I don’t want to hear it. I’ve gone over it in my head, I know what I’m doing. Are we going to have a problem?” “I-No.” “Good.” Grady left the room, shaking her head, she had to find Brett, ask him what the hell was going on. She found him in the sitting room, Grady closed over the door. “Dom talk to you?” “Yeah, are you really ok with this?” “No, but he wants it done, he has his reasons and I believe they’re the right ones. I mean he’s never steered us wrong before.” “I know, but this is stupid, beyond stupid. It’s suicidal. If whoever owns that place can cover up Tom’s death, they could easy cover up ours.” “That won’t happen. They might not even be back from vacation. Their dog coulda gotten him, whoever was looking after it wouldn’t have gone into the garden.” “That’s assuming it even was a dog.” “What else could it have been?” “A person? A long range weapon, he could have been hit by an arrow or something for all we know.” “look, all you have to do is look over the wall, if the body is still there we know they haven’t found it, if it isn’t we know to get the fuck out of there. Ok?” “I guess.” “Look, I’ll go too. I won’t let anything happen to you.” “Do you think Dom has another reason for sending us?” “Like what?” “I don’t know, maybe there was something that Tom was supposed to get but he died getting it.” “That’s ridiculous. Dom wouldn’t have trusted Tom with something like that, besides how could he expect us to get it if he didn’t tell us about it.” Grady let out a breath, “You’re right. I’m just kind of freaked out by it.” Brett nodded “I know, it is a little unnerving, but it’ll be fine. Dom must know something we don’t and if he does, he’s not telling us for a reason.” “Promise we’ll be safe?” “Promise. We’ll get out of there if anything happens. We did before.” Grady smiled. “I’m holding you to that. If I die, I’m coming back to haunt the shit out of you.” Grady left the room. Not-Brett smiled. He wasn’t sure that Dom would go for it, but his influence working. He needed to go back to the house. He needed Grady with him.

Part 8


About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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