The Thing in the Corner (Part Four)
“Now you’ve done it! Now you’ve really done it” scolded Dr. Fraccin, who took several steps up the stairs.
“Help me, Dr. Fraccin! Please! Don’t let him get me!” pleaded a frantic Sam.
“Sorry, boy, you’re on your own now. I tried to warn you, but noooo, you had to go and call the po-lice and now you’ve gone and done it! Well, good luck getting the police to respond any time soon. By the way, make sure to tell them there's an amphibious monster coming to kill you. Ba-bye, I have to go now.”
“No, Dr. Fraccin, don’t go please! Don’t leave me here with…with…ahhhh!” Sam started crying, sobbing into the floorboards.
Dr. Fraccin ran up the stairs nimbly and locked the door behind him.
He emerged out into the hallway and went into the kitchen, where he turned on the TV. He flipped through several channels while he made himself a pot of coffee. He opened the fridge and sifted through it, settling on some crab salad spread in an old tupperware, which he took out and set on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a half loaf of sweet french baguette from Trader Joe's and made himself a large sandwich, which he began nibbling on as he made his way to the kitchen table.
Sitting down in the old, sixties-style linoleum kitchenette, the doctor started looking through his stack of mail, whistling softly, the TV humming in the background. He picked up the remote and put it on mute for a minute, cocking his head to listen. Hearing nothing, he put the volume back on and picked up the newspaper, flipping through the pages.
“What is going on down there dear,” asked the Doctor’s wife,
walking into the kitchen wiping her hands on a dish towel.
“Nothing dear, just one of my student assistants working on an experiment from school. He won’t last…I mean, be too much longer I don’t think.” Replied Fraccin.
"And what is that horrible fishy smell? It's making me gag. Honestly, can't you keep your experiments at the hospital lab? Why do you always have to bring your work home with you."
"It's just the crab salad, darling."
"I suppose the crab salad is making those horrible roaring noises. Sounds like feeding time at the zoo if you ask me. And what was all that blood near the front door? Did you hurt yourself again? I had to wipe it all up and you know how much I hate blood. I won't get sick will I?"
"No dear, that was nothing, just some plasma from the office. Not infectious or anything. Thank you for cleaning it up. Don't worry."
“Thank Heavens for that. Well, that's alright I guess, Raymond, just keep the roaring noises down a bit please. I have a nasty headache.”
“Another migraine, Penny? Did you go through all the Immitrex already?”
“No, I don’t feel nauseous, not yet anyhow. I’m going to put the chilled herbal pack I got at that boutique in Manhattan Beach last year, remember? And lay down for a spot.”
“Yes, that does soothe the old eyeballs, doesn't it?” agreed the Doctor.
Mrs. Fraccin, pushing 70, pleasingly plump, and mercifully
oblivious to her husband’s activities, ascended the stairs slowly, holding the
banister for support. She had arthritis in both of her ankles and knees and she knew it was almost time for them to purchase one of those motorized bannister chair thingies, but she just couldn't get herself to admit that she was that crippled yet. Too "All About Eve" for her was what she kept telling the Dr. everytime he brought it up.
“Love you dear.” She excused herself.
“Umm hmmm,” hummed Fraccin, not looking up from his newspaper.
Fraccin’s iphone, set on the table in front of him, buzzed. He glanced at the screen then picked it up. “Fraccin.” He identified himself. “Yes. Yes. Now? Look, I'm a little tied up right this minute. Can we make it later? What? Alright. Alright. No, I said alright. Listen, meet me in fifteen, uh, make that ten minutes.” He put his phone back into his lab coat, stood up and grabbed his house keys from a hook in the hallway. “I have to go to the hospital, dear. Be back in a little while.” He called up the stairwell with no response.
Fraccin paused at the door to the basement, listened against the wood, but hearing no noise, he casually sauntered out of his house, locking the door behind him.
to be continued
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