Round One (A Dead Man Lies) - Part 2

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Okay, so I'm continuing part one and I came up with a title - A Dead Man Lies - for Shreyasen11's contest. Wish me luck!

Submitted: May 31, 2011

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Morning came before I knew it and I had barely slept a wink. I was scared out of my wits after the chat Jane and I had last night. I had strange dreams about Uncle Clive and the unknown monstrosities waiting in his shed. The whole day, I couldn't keep my eyes off it. Aunt Grace noticed my lack of concentration when I began scrubbing the wall instead of the window.

"Have something on your mind?" She asked innocently, though eyeing me through her spectacles.

I had a sudden urge to tell her everything. I don't know if it was the thick Kentucky air getting to me or what, but I felt like I couldn't keep stuff like this from her. I was so close to proving-- more to myself than Jane-- that these secrets about some stupid shed were nothing more than a misunderstanding blown out of proportion. Way out of proportion.

"I guess I'm just thinking about my parents," I found myself saying. "I haven't really wrapped my head around the divorce, yet."

To be honest, I don't give a rat's ass about my parents' divorce. At the moment, it seemed like a very logical thing to say, though.

That's until Aunt Grace nearly had an emotional breakdown. "Poor dear," she cooed, pulling me into a tight hug and stroking my hair. "I'm sure things will begin to look up. You're a very strong girl, after all." She flashed me an encouraging smile and all I could manage was a guilty grin in return.

I didn't see much of Jane for the rest of the day. Of course, the fact that I was cooped up in our room sketching all afternoon probably didn't help the matter. I let my mind wander for a bit while I sketched. Glancing momentarily into the woods, I spotted a rabbit. Some vague scene appeared in my mind. One from long ago.

We approached the rabbit, carefully. It didn't flee like most rabbits do. It seemed to be hurt and confined to where it lay, barely breathing. Jane picked up a fairly large and heavy rock. "

Jane, what are you doing?" I asked, a slight quiver in my voice.

"We can't just leave it here to be eaten by a fox. That'd be awful." She looked down at the rabbit sadly. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

A sickening CRUNCH followed and the rabbit lay completely still, crushed under the weight of the rock. It's innocent blood splattered by the nearby twigs and leaves.

"What did you do that for?" I asked, anger swelling inside me.


I shook my head. That was a long time ago. Things have changed.

The sun began to set behind the trees. Dinner didn't last long and Jane and I were back in our shared room. We lie awake, absorbed in our own thoughts. We continued in this wordless routine until the grandfather clock downstairs chimed 12 times.

"Are you ready?" I whispered into the darkness.

She sighed. "Yes," came the response.

As sneakily as we could, we crept through the corridor, down the stairs, and out the back screen door. It was pitch black outside.

"Here," Jane whispered, handing me a flashlight.

"Thanks," I whispered back. We tripped and stumbled through the yard and a little into the woods. I spotted the shed, leaning into a sloping hill, right ahead. Jane continued on, hesitantly, but her face was void of any emotion.

"Okay, here's the deal," I started, getting her attention. "Do you remember when Uncle Clive said he broke an oil lamp in the furthest corner and always forgot to get it out?" She nodded, eyeing me with a look that would make Aunt Grace proud. "I'll come back out with that lamp, so I can prove to you that I've been all the way in, and nothing's in there. Alright?"

She simply nodded again. I flashed her a devious grin and slowly opened the shed door. Total darkness welcomed me.

"Good luck, Crissy," Jane whispered.

"Don't worry," I said, taking a step in. "I don't need it."

I continued in, taking each step carefully, making sure I didn't step or trip on something. The flashlight wasn't much help. It was more of a pain than anything else. I flipped it off and waited for my night-vision to adjust. Through the dark, I could make out a few farming tools like a hoe and plow. Nothing groundbreaking as far as I could see. I kept walking. It's amazing how big this place is. You would never guess it from the outside.

Suddenly I tripped and fell. Falling face first into the ground. With a grunt I turned to see what I had tripped on. I could only make out a lumpy shape in the darkness. I flipped on my flashlight.

Blood was everywhere. The ground, the walls... the body. I threw up on the ground next to me as the decomposing stench reached my nostrils.

"Oh my god," I choked between pants and the burning in my throat from vomiting. The cold dead eyes stared up at me, as if begging. It was a blond girl, though there wasn't much left of her. My heart seized up and I did the first thing I could think of. I ran. I ran through the farming equipment, old lawn mower, and God knows what.

I could see the outline of the door ahead. I reached it and threw my body against it. Only one problem.

It was locked... from the outside.

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