I Married a Serial Killer by Amy Cross

Author:Amy Cross [Cross, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781678851392
Publisher: Independently published
Published: 2019-12-21T00:00:00+00:00

III

The hinges squeak slightly as I push the door open and look into my pitch-black hallway. I listen for a moment, and there’s no sound of anyone, but at the same time I know damn well that I shut this door properly when I left earlier.

I wait.

Silence.

“Hello?” I say finally, even though I’m not sure whether it’s a good idea to say anything at all.

I wait.

For a moment, I consider stepping back outside and calling the police. Sure, I’d probably get laughed at, but I think finding your front door wide open in the middle of the night is a genuine cause for concern. I look toward the stairs, and I’m still waiting for any hint that someone might be in the house. I guess maybe it’s possible that the lock malfunctioned earlier, that I pulled the door shut and somehow it didn’t click, but that seems unlikely. And then, just as I’m starting to think that I really should call the police, I look down at the shoe rack and I see something that causes me to let out a sigh of relief.

Mel’s shoes.

The shoes she was wearing tonight.

I shut the door and turn the light on in the hallway, and then I head to the door that leads into the living room and I see a figure fast asleep on the sofa. I reach out and flick the light-switch, and then I smile as I see that Mel has passed out. She must have somehow made her way back here after all, and a moment later – as if to emphasize the fact that she’s had a heavy night – she lets out a brief snore before shifting slightly onto her other side.

Her phone is on the floor. I head over and take a look, and sure enough I see several missed calls from me. I guess she must have been too drunk to check.

“Thanks for scaring the life out of me,” I say, although I keep my voice down since I really don’t want to wake her up right now.

I spot a half-drunk glass of water on the floor, and a half-eaten pizza, so I guess she somehow managed to stumble about the place once she got back. I pick the glass and the pizza up and set them on the table, and then I lean down and plant a brief kiss on Mel’s forehead.

“You’re going to feel so bad in the morning,” I tell her, as I realize that I’ll have to explain why I wasn’t here when she got home. Then again, she probably won’t even remember much of tonight. I stroke some hair from across her face, and then I turn to go through to the kitchen.

And then I freeze as I hear a creaking sound from upstairs. I look up at the ceiling, and I immediately think about the loose floorboard in my bedroom.

I wait, but now the house is silent again.

Looking around, I suddenly realize that Mel might not have come home alone after all.

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