Shadow Crawlers. Part 59

the new body felt strange to Brett, he was still trying to get used to it. Inside the darkness the last owner sat, huddled and mumbling, the body had been a drug addict, the soul hadn’t quite figured out what was going on. Brett wanted to keep it that way as long as possible. He had been close while they were in the garage, he had almost gotten out, if Frank hadn’t given him that last command he might have been able to escape. He had woken up in the room again, there had been no chance of escape once inside the body. Brett had been hoping the sudden change might jump start the body. There seemed to be some give on the orders given, so he’d have to test that once he was allowed outside the bounds of this place.

Grady and Amy sat in the empty conference room, the large desk held a platter of sandwiches and pastries, they sat, facing the large projector screen, waiting in silence. Amy sipped her coffee, Grady picked at a croissant without eating any of it, leaving shredded bits of pastry on the desk. Frank entered the room ten minutes later by himself. He sat at the head of the table.
“Brett’s body died.”
“What does that mean?”
“The body he was in, it was dying, he had to leave.”
“So Brett is ok now? He’ll be back?”
“No, he died with the body. I wanted to be the one to tell you.”
“What about the creature? Who did that go into? Who else did it destroy?”
“No one, he’s in the body of a coma patient, they were brain dead.”
“Is there going to be a funeral?”
“I thought I’d leave that up to you, unfortunately, it would have to be a private affair, so it will be just you two. It will be your decision.”
Grady nodded.

“do you think he was telling the truth?”
“About what?”
“About where he got the body?”
“Yeah, why would he lie?”
“I don’t know. It seems strange, where would he have found someone in a coma, hospitals keep a check on that sort of thing, don’t they?”
“Yeah, but he had an insane amount of money, they could bribe the officials easily really, he knows what they do to the people in the bodies, he wouldn’t do that to a person.”
“Maybe. It just seems a little odd is all, what about the family of who ever it was?” Amy shook her head, “Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Where do you think the funeral will be? If it’s gonna be private he’ll have to take over the entire cemetery.”
“He might just bury him here, after all it’s private and there wouldn’t be any fear of someone stumbling across it. Plus if it has to be secret then he couldn’t have a tombstone…Does he have any other family? He only ever talked about his mom and sister.”
“I think it was just them, at least, just them he was close to.”
Grady sighed, “I know he was gone for a while, but it didn’t really feel real, like he could always come back.”
“I know. I thought that maybe the thing would be able to leave him and Brett would just be Brett again, ya know?” Amy shook her head, “Then again, if it really is that bad inside, he probably wouldn’t have been even close to the same.” She looked down and spoke again, this time softly, “he was probably better off.”
Grady gave her a hug, they stood for a few minutes, then together they began to walk back to their rooms.

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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