They stepped into a drafty
master bedroom, illuminated by lit
candles encircling the huge canopied bed. The candlelight created shadows that
swayed back and forth across the ceiling and walls. Linda felt like the shadows
were reaching out for her. She backed
away in horror, not knowing if she was imagining them or not.
She didn’t want to move
any closer to the bed, dreading what she might discover there. Anything was possible, from what they
had already witnessed in this house. But Todd and Shana kept moving forward. She moved with them toward the bed.
What she found there
exceeded all her frightening expectations. On the white quilt lay a human
skeleton with its arms resting at its sides. The skeleton began to bleed,
slowly at first, and then profusely from the deep gash in its bones from the
long, serrated silver knife sticking out of its chest. In the stream of blood
were worms—scores of worms—inching out from the deep hole, spreading across the
white quilt.
Linda couldn’t believe her
eyes. She gasped. More and more worms were climbing out from the body, falling
in groups from the bed to land on the carpet.
A new doorway emerged on
the far side of the room. She watched the enormous worms spread across the
floor, and realized that their squishy bodies were blocking their path to the
door. They were circling her feet, trying to climb up her shoes. She stomped
her feet to dislodge the worms latching onto her heels.
Looking over her shoulder,
she noticed Shana backing into a corner. Her eyes appeared huge and saucer-like
as she stared at the worms crawling closer and closer to her. She wasn’t making
a sound, but Linda could hear her shaking—as if her bones were rattling inside
her quivering body.
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