Tuesday, June 19, 2007
New Beginning 297
Until she looked through Rebecca's front window, Tabitha had only seen three dead bodies in her life. Shifting from foot to foot, she struggled to get a better view through the crack in the curtains.
"Is she coming?"
Turning her head, Tabitha called over her shoulder, "Call 911."
"Now, Anna. There's . . . there's something wrong with Rebecca."
Not waiting for a reply, she tried the front door, which opened soundlessly. Tabitha took several reluctant steps past the door that Rebecca always kept locked and into the house. The antique mahogany hall table that Rebecca had bragged about bringing back from France lay overturned, the crystal bowl where she kept her keys in shards beneath it. Beyond that . . .
Tabitha spun around to see Anna hovering on the front steps. "Did you call?"
Anna nodded. "They said three minutes. What's--" She froze, mouth open. "Is . . . is she . . . "
Tabitha forced herself to crouch down and look at Rebecca. One look was all she needed. It was just like her dream. She stood, raced past Anna, and threw up in the bushes by the front door as the sound of sirens began to swell.
Never again, she vowed to herself. Never again will I eat anchovies after midnight. Not only did they give her frightful nightmares in which her friends died violent deaths -- nightmares that came true the next day -- but her delicate stomach just couldn't handle them.
Opening: HW.....Continuation: Bump in the Night
Posted by Evil Editor at 6:38 PM