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Feeding time (standard:horror, 1259 words) | |||
Author: Lev821 | Added: Jul 10 2008 | Views/Reads: 3405/2188 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
A cowboy plumber is left in a victim's house alone, but what's that sound? | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story It wasn't long before Mrs Lyson was stood staring down at the bones that once belonged to the plumber. All the cockroaches had gone, and would return when she lured another unsuspecting victim to fix the sink. Mrs Lyson was 148 years old, but looked about 60. The ageing process was frozen at that age because that was when her husband had died. He had been an entertainer, a stage magician who had dealings with real magic, but in an amateurish sense. He had been trying to use it for his own benefit, but had inadvertently ingested a lethal cocktail which he had believed would give him eternal life. Instead, it had killed him, but reincarnated him as a thousand cockroaches that had the ability to bestow one year of extra existence to a person of his choosing. The price would be to simply feed them one human. For one human, one year would be added to Mrs Lyson's life, and she kept her husband fed well. It was easy to bring unsuspecting victims into her house. Plumbers, electricians, gas men, all left alone for her husband to feed on. Several years ago, she had managed to acquire several vats of corrosive substances which had been sent for waste by a school science department. Why they needed so much of it she never knew, but they ended up in her basement, which took care of the bones, so not a single trace of them remained, except for perhaps the drifting molecules that had once been a part of that person, drifting in the air, like their departed spirits, or ghosts. It was easy to find potential victims. She would find them in the yellow pages, and understood that the smaller the advert they had, the more likely they were to be a charlatan or bad worker. Now though, she had the task of dragging the skeleton into the basement, but there was no rush. She had all the time in the world. Tweet
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