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What If the LAPD Comes?

Updated on May 8, 2017

I Hoped Mr. Brown Wouldn't Venture Outside

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The leaves crumbled and the dry twigs snapped beneath my house shoes. George hadn’t raked the backyard in weeks. Besides a full moon gazing at me, someone else was stirring about that early Sunday morn. The soles and heels of their shoes pounded against the sidewalk echoing in the silence.

When a pair of fiery white orbs and a band of silvery teeth came barreling through the alley. I stopped pulling the red wagon. It was a Packard. The radio was blaring. And its engine was breathing hard like me. After the car disappeared I resumed my task.

My next door neighbor’s kitchen lit up. I hoped Mr. Brown wouldn’t venture outside. Because he would quiz me about what I was doing in the backyard. Also he would ask where George was. Keeping his speculations about my blood stained house dress to himself. A couple of minutes later his kitchen light went out.

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I walked faster, pulling the heavy load along. The incinerator was just a couple of feet away. It wasn’t a fancy one. Just slabs of stones and cement slapped together. I opened the iron door and placed the stuffed bloody pillowcases inside it; pouring old cooking oil over them from a tin can. I lit a match, tossed it in and closed the door. A trickle of smoke ebbed from the stack. Soon it was billowing. The smell of the burning flesh was not at all like what I’d expected. What if the LAPD comes. What am I going to tell them, I wondered.

I opened the incinerator door slightly and observed the yellow flames leaping and dancing.The crackling sound of the fire made me think of hell. I wasn’t going to leave until nothing was left except ashes…

It had happened so quickly. The front and back doors of the house were locked. I always made sure of that by nightfall. The windows were shut too. I heard a scuffle in the bedroom. I went to investigate.Though it was dim I could see something holding George midair by his neck. And he was gasping for breath.

Our Eyes Communicated What Our Mouths Wouldn't

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I ran into the kitchen and returned immediately with a meat cleaver. I started hacking away at the thing’s legs. The entity dropped George like a hot biscuit and made mumbo jumbo sounds. It seemed confused and perplexed. Before it could strike me, I plunged the cleaver into where I thought its heart was located.

The being started gurgling up blood and collapsed. I switched on a night stand lamp. George was dishevelled and pretty shaken. The beast was sprawled on the floor - dead. We stared at each other for a brief moment. Our eyes communicated what our mouths wouldn’t - How did it get into our house and would more be coming?

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“It’s from the earth’s bowels. A throwback - not human, not animal. Way before people," I said helping George to the bed. I couldn’t take him to the emergency room. Cuz the hospital authorities would surely inquire about what happened. Then the police would get involved. Given the purple marks around his neck. So I washed his neck, applied some rubbing alcohol to it. He bit his lip and cringed. After that, I placed some salve on his neck and wrapped it with gauze. Next I gave him a shot of Jim Beam which he drank eagerly.

-“I gotta burn it,” said George, ”Before anyone finds out. Especially the government people.”

-"You’re too weak for that hon.”

-”I got to - It’s gonna stink up the house pretty soon.”

-“I’ll do it.”

- “Christine, you gotta slice it up.”

-”I know.”

© 2015 Irma Cowthern

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      NONI OLABISI 2 years ago

      Suspenseful , left me wanting more......

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      Irma Cowthern 2 years ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed the flash.

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      Lee Cloak 2 years ago

      Great story, very interesting, looking forward to reading more, voted up. thanks, Lee

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      Irma Cowthern 2 years ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Thanks. Lee.....I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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