Shadow Crawlers. Part 8.

Edgars doing well, went to the vets again today and he isn’t in pain or anything, so there’s no need to put him down. His heart seems to be fine, vet isn’t too sure what it is, it’s all up in the air, but he seems to be doing ok, though he is walking a little lopsidedly, his head is also pretty much constantly tilted, so he looks really confused all the time.

On with the show!

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Part 1, Part 7

The car was moving smoothly, finally, it took a while to get used to it. Luckily he had brought the car out earlier to practise. Brett had instructed him what to do and his body seemed to know how to respond, but there was just something that made it difficult. At first the car kept stalling and the noise out of it. He could drive now and that was the important thing. Grady sat in the passenger seat she hadn’t said much and the silence was starting to get on his nerves. He had tried to turn on the radio, but after a moment she switched it off. He hadn’t bothered trying to converse with her, that wouldn’t work. She’d just become monosyllabic like she had been earlier on. Grady had spent most of the day in her room and any time she came out she barely looked at anyone else, never mind spoke to them. He didn’t blame her, hell, if he didn’t know what he was going into, he’d be nervous too.

He turned off the lights and carefully rolled to a stop. He left the keys in the ignition. “You ready for this?” “I guess. We have to go, not like it matters what I think.” “True.” “Well, we could always just say we went in. Had a look around.” “We can’t.” “Why not?” “You know why not. What if we get it wrong? Say everything is fine and it isn’t or vice versa.” Grady sighed. “Let’s just get this over with.” “Leave your door open for the moment.” Grady nodded, together they got out of the car. They paused at the wall. The road itself was fairly secluded, wouldn’t have been well travelled. “I’m going to give you a boost up ok, get ready, if you see anything wrong say the word, I’ll let you down and we get into the car.” “Ok.” Grady peered over the wall, trying to see in the darkness. She gasped. His heart started to beat faster, what if he was wrong? “What? What is it?” “Tom. He…he’s still there.” He let out a breath. “So they haven’t gotten back yet?” “I don’t know, I don’t think so.” “We should have a look inside.” “What!?” “Shhh, be quiet will you? Look, whatever got him is gone, there’s no one here, they would have cleared away the body at the very least. Maybe it was a booby trap or something.” “What if it was dogs?” “Well, then we’ll hope that they’re tied up somewhere inside.” “You’re serious, aren’t you.” “Yeah. Look, why don’t I go first? Then you can wait a minute, if I get torn apart by dogs, you can escape.” “I don’t know how to drive.” “Maybe not, but you can walk can’t you?” “Fine. Whatever.” He lowered Grady. God she was such a whiny bitch. It was a good thing for her that he needed her. He climbed the wall and dropped down the other side. He stood against the wall, waiting. There were no dogs, he was safe. He counted to a hundred and twenty slowly. “All clear.” “Are you sure?” “Sure as I am ever going to be.” A few seconds later Grady dropped down beside him. “C’mon.” They moved around Tom’s body, “it should smell right? Why doesn’t he smell?” “I don’t know. Maybe it’s been really hot here, dried him out.” “Maybe.” Damn, he should have thought of that. Oh well. He walked slowly, allowing Grady to relax more. He didn’t want to push her too far too quickly. They stopped at the still open window. There were gouges around the wood. “What did that?” “I don’t know. It’s gone now. C’mon.” He climbed inside and after a moment, Grady followed him.

The house was in darkness, he itched to turn on the lights, but he refrained, it would freak out Grady too much. They came to an intersection, “Which way?” “Left.” “Wait, no, Tom went that way.” He smiled, “so shouldn’t we see what’s down here?” “But whatever got him, it chased him from here.” “Well, it’s gone now. It would have chased us otherwise. Look, if it was an animal, it would have probably been locked up, Tom might have just let it out accidently. It’s been a few weeks, no one has been here, it’s probably dead if there even was an animal.” Grady studied him for a moment, she couldn’t back down, not without losing face. “Ok, but you first.” He nodded.

He moved slowly, carefully, the body of the owner was in a room on the other side of the house, but it wouldn’t be good for Grady to be startled and take off, god only knew what she might find. He needed to get her to the study. That was vital.

They entered the study, Grady stopped, “Jesus, what happened in here?” There were papers scattered all over the floor, broken glass crackling under their feet, “maybe Tom did it?” “You know he was always careful not to leave any obvious trace.” “Look, the window is open, maybe it was windy?” He walked to the window and closed it gently. There it was on the shelf, he needed to get Grady to touch it. “Let’s check around for a bit, you check those shelves over there.” “I don’t like this.” Just a quick look around, we can say we’ve done our due diligence.” “Jesus Christ. We’ve already done that, we’ve looked around, everything is fine, can’t we just go?” “Just a few more minutes.” He went to the desk and opened one of the drawers, Grady went to the shelves and started moving stuff around slightly. She just had to go a little further, just slightly. Her hand grazed the container, she didn’t even notice. Perfect. He moved up behind her as she ran her hands back along it, “find anything?” Grady jumped, her hand knocking the container, it tipped over and began to roll, ever so slowly. “No nothing.” “Me neither, c’mon let’s go home.” They left the room, behind them,  he heard something smash, he smiled. Grady glanced back, “Mustn’t have closed the window right.” They walked slowly and calmly, she didn’t know they were there yet, no doubt she was still disorientated like he was. They made it to the garden without any incidents, he let Grady go over the wall first. She didn’t look at Tom’s body, as she dropped down the other side, he went back towards it and kicked it hard in the stomach, “fucking prick. You’re lucky I made it quick. Consider it a gift.” He spat on the body, then went to the wall and quickly scaled it. They got into the car and he drove off, this time Grady allowed the radio, she seemed happier, calmer. He didn’t need Grady for the moment, he’d return again later in the night, after she had a chance to adjust, maybe bring someone for her to snack on while she got her head together.

Part 9

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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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