Devil by Ker Dukey

Author:Ker Dukey [Dukey, Ker]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: novel
Publisher: Ker Dukey
Published: 2017-07-24T18:30:00+00:00

Walking around the house I grew up in makes sickness stir.

Max brought me back here to get clean clothes from my suitcase and offered to take me to his mother’s while he cooks us something to eat in there, but I refused.

I didn’t like her old, knowing eyes boring into me.

Scooping my hair up into a messy bun, I look around at the dust and debate asking Max to take me to the store for some cleaning products.

I already know I don’t want to stay here though, and cleaning up old mess created by people I should never have wanted to remember has lost its appeal.

Walking back to the room where the beds and dried blood was, I force myself to open the door to shock myself into remembering something. Anything.

Thud…

What the hell?

The room is empty. No beds, no carpet, no blood. Stepping inside the room, I spin in the empty space, convincing myself that it’s my mind spinning and not the room. There’s nothing here.

Where did it go?

Old curtains hang at the windows, ratty and torn in diluted shades of blue, but that’s the only thing in the room.

Bare floorboards covered in a light littering of dirt stare up at me, the particles lifting into the air from my disturbance of their resting place.

Pushing my feet to move back into the corridor, my chest tightens and the ribcage cracks, crushing the organs beneath.

I look around the house, combing through every inch, marching towards the living space.

Nothing.

No furniture, just my suitcase sitting alone in the center of the room.

Old wallpaper rotting and peeling hangs on the walls and a mirror caked in a century worth of grime takes center position over the fireplace.

What the hell is going on?

Trepidation filters into my bloodstream, the unhealthy tremble bites into my fingertips with the need to itch the rushing of my own blood pumping manically through my system.

I’m losing my mind. Swiping my hand over the mirror, a reflection looks back at me, but it’s not one I recognize and it’s not until I lift my hand to clear more dirt that it confirms it’s me.

Tapping at the back door gains my attention and Max beams at me through the glass at me, holding up two plates.

Waltzing towards him, I open the door and take one of the plates.

“Where has all the stuff gone?” I ask, almost panicked.

His brow quirks and he looks over my head into the space behind me.

“What stuff? Your suitcase?”

He pushes past me into the house and then stops in the living room when he notices my suitcase is right where we left it.

“It’s there.” He points.

Well done, detective.

“The furniture, Max!” I snap, waving my arms around. “It’s gone.”

I grab his arm and frog march him to the room where—when I arrived—had dead flies and dried blood-covered mattresses.

Kicking open the door, I open my hand to gesture inside.

“What?” he asks, small lines creasing his forehead.

“Where’s all the mess?”

“Evi, you’re not making any sense. What the hell are you talking about?”

“This place was a mess.

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