THE DEAD GAME
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.
Impatient with both of
them, Todd dragged them through the swarms of worms. Once they were
outside the room, Linda gave a sigh of relief. The persistent worms were locked in the bedroom, behind the door that had concealed itself into the wall.
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