He had watched her for days.
Sheila crouched over her rose garden, preoccupied with the snipping of dead blossoms. She stood and stretched while running her hands along her lower back.
He slipped behind a tree as she crossed the yard.
After laying the shears on the garage workbench, she stepped inside the house.
After taking a shower, Sheila dried herself and then stopped. She peeked into the bedroom. After a moment, she returned to the bathroom and dressed.
He watched from the dark hallway. Saliva accumulated at the corners of his mouth.
“I need to lie down.” She slipped under the covers.
It was time.
He lunged onto the bed.
She bolted upright and gasped.
He growled and bared his teeth.
Pulling the sheet up around her neck, she scanned the empty room. “Is that you Max? It can’t be!” She whispered her last words, “You’re dead.”
When I was writing my Oh Thrill Me Baby post, I called my sister Patty to see if I’d missed any creepy films. She mentioned Pet Sematary. I have never seen that movie based on Stephen King’s novel, but it inspired me to write this!
Stop by my last post with a link and Use Me and Abuse Me over the weekend! The party is still rollin’ and there are lots of new bloggers to meet!
Do you believe that a person can be harmed from something or someone beyond the grave?