Finally reaching the door, not sure if her voice works or not, instead croaks out a "who is it". Met with silence, she starts to shrug it off, maybe I'm just imaging things? She turns to head back to the couch and the knocks start again, this time with more urgency. She turns back around and unlocks the deadbolts, slowly opening the door and peaks outside. Not a living soul in sight. Before she could close the door, a strong gust of wind, whips on by, she begins to shake violently...my god the wind even smells like him. Stale Stella Artois once again invades her senses, before she could slam the door shut a pale bloated hand slithers out of the darkness and grabs onto the door, and then a foot. She looks down and sees the all too familiar black steel toe boots with the grey scuff at the top. That's not possible she shrieks, her screams are interrupted by vehement laughter.
The man she buried was back and knocking...
"I-i-i killed you she stammers. I buried you" Now she can see his face, still covered in blood now turned black, maggots dancing in and out of his teeth as he looks at her and slowly grins.
"I told you it wasn't over...."
Before she could slam the door shut, he Bogarts his way in, knocking her onto the floor.
"N-n-n-nooo she stammers, his back turned to her he closes the door...engages the dead bolt and smiles. “You cheated on me...."
"NOOOO she screams”. A single bird flies over the house, letting out its morning squawk. The only bird makes his way onto the branch resting against the house. The door swings open and out comes Kyle, pushing a shiny red wheelbarrow with the shovel to match, And delicate arms flailing against the sides as he makes his way through their woods...or his.
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