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smiled as he looked around the house for Cory, liking the fact that he was able to do as he had been accustomed to do while they were married, but when she didn’t answer him, he chuckled to himself thinking that she’d wandered off to the bedroom to usurp the be d her natural habitat. Again, as he’d been accustomed to.
“Cory?” Jon asked as he spider crawled down the hall, a devilish image in his head to squeeze into the bed next to her. Even if sex was something the two of them were made to do with each other, the thought of simply lying next to her was almost just as good. The sound of her heartbeat near his ears, the soft sounds of the puffs of her breath as she exhaled; it was as if he could experience for a short while what heaven was going to be like.
Jon nudged the door of his bedroom open, thought he saw her form crumpled in the sheets, and with a smile he sidled up to where he thought her head would have been nestled onto a pillow. He leaned down to peck Cory on the cheek, but as he got closer, he could see that what he thought was her body was nothing more than the clump of fabric a comforter makes when it’s been shuffled to one side.
Louder now, Jon shouted, “Cory!”
Jon waited a moment to hear her response and when it didn’t come, he ran through the house to the front door. He unlocked it and was out in the drive checking for Cory’s car. The second he realized the car was gone, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed her phone.
As the line rang through, Jon moved to the front door to close it behind him and he caught the sound of her ring tone, muted, coming from the inside of the house.
“Damn, Cory, what the hell?”
Jon followed the sound of Cory’s phone back to the couch and picking up her cell, he pressed the end buttons on his phone and hers. While he had the her cell in his hand, he remembered that the last thing he saw before he signed off on his career as a logger was that Cory had been checking her messages. He scrolled down through the time stamps on the messages until he came to the very last one, and as his brain caught on to what his eyes had already taken in, Cory’s phone fell from his shaking hands.
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Cory sat in her car for a few good minutes before she could rally the courage to step out. She felt the kind of fear she’d used to have before entering into an autopsy room, and she couldn’t help but make the connection to her current situation. She closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath and started putting one foot in front of the other.
The parking lot was quiet, almost eerie, and since it was nearing the weekend, it felt all the more disturbing. There was a quick second before her hand reached for her house key that she wished someone would come up behind her and stop her. When no intervention came, the key to her place hit home in the lock it belonged to, and she was turning the knob to go inside.
The interior of her apartment was dark, as it would be if she were coming home from an ordinary day at work, though as soon as she thought everything seemed to be in its place, the smell of blood hit her senses, coppery like a million pennies.
The lights turned on.
Sitting at her table as if he belonged there, rested the shredded corpse of Dr. Willis. The only way Cory was able to tell that it was her sneering, misogynistic boss was the fact that he was still dressed in what remained of his lab coat, his name tag hanging precariously from his tattered lapel. His head was bent forward due to a deep laceration from one edge of his jaw to the other that had torn through the supporting muscles in his neck and that left a grin similar
“Cory?” Jon asked as he spider crawled down the hall, a devilish image in his head to squeeze into the bed next to her. Even if sex was something the two of them were made to do with each other, the thought of simply lying next to her was almost just as good. The sound of her heartbeat near his ears, the soft sounds of the puffs of her breath as she exhaled; it was as if he could experience for a short while what heaven was going to be like.
Jon nudged the door of his bedroom open, thought he saw her form crumpled in the sheets, and with a smile he sidled up to where he thought her head would have been nestled onto a pillow. He leaned down to peck Cory on the cheek, but as he got closer, he could see that what he thought was her body was nothing more than the clump of fabric a comforter makes when it’s been shuffled to one side.
Louder now, Jon shouted, “Cory!”
Jon waited a moment to hear her response and when it didn’t come, he ran through the house to the front door. He unlocked it and was out in the drive checking for Cory’s car. The second he realized the car was gone, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed her phone.
As the line rang through, Jon moved to the front door to close it behind him and he caught the sound of her ring tone, muted, coming from the inside of the house.
“Damn, Cory, what the hell?”
Jon followed the sound of Cory’s phone back to the couch and picking up her cell, he pressed the end buttons on his phone and hers. While he had the her cell in his hand, he remembered that the last thing he saw before he signed off on his career as a logger was that Cory had been checking her messages. He scrolled down through the time stamps on the messages until he came to the very last one, and as his brain caught on to what his eyes had already taken in, Cory’s phone fell from his shaking hands.
********
Cory sat in her car for a few good minutes before she could rally the courage to step out. She felt the kind of fear she’d used to have before entering into an autopsy room, and she couldn’t help but make the connection to her current situation. She closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath and started putting one foot in front of the other.
The parking lot was quiet, almost eerie, and since it was nearing the weekend, it felt all the more disturbing. There was a quick second before her hand reached for her house key that she wished someone would come up behind her and stop her. When no intervention came, the key to her place hit home in the lock it belonged to, and she was turning the knob to go inside.
The interior of her apartment was dark, as it would be if she were coming home from an ordinary day at work, though as soon as she thought everything seemed to be in its place, the smell of blood hit her senses, coppery like a million pennies.
The lights turned on.
Sitting at her table as if he belonged there, rested the shredded corpse of Dr. Willis. The only way Cory was able to tell that it was her sneering, misogynistic boss was the fact that he was still dressed in what remained of his lab coat, his name tag hanging precariously from his tattered lapel. His head was bent forward due to a deep laceration from one edge of his jaw to the other that had torn through the supporting muscles in his neck and that left a grin similar
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