Midnight Mother by Desiree Horton

Author:Desiree Horton [Horton, Desiree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Iawoke with a start and an unshakeable aura of dread. The sun was up and shining brightly through my window, but I could still see my breath in my room. The low hum of voices downstairs told me Sam and Vincent were already up. I was reluctant to leave my warm cocoon of a bed, but anxious to be around the hubbub of people and normal things, if that was even possible in this house. I wanted that dream out of my head. That snake man was fucking creepy, and worse, there was an air of familiarity to the whole thing. Maybe I had this dream before. It’s not like I’d ever met a snake man, but the feeling of déjà vu was persistent.

I gathered my courage and slithered from bed, throwing on my shoes and coat before pushing the dresser off the door and leaving the room. I looked around the upstairs hall; it was dark, but nothing seemed out of order. No weird smells, no flies buzzing, and all quiet except Sam and Vincent murmuring from the living room. I dipped a toe out of the doorway slowly, half expecting something to jump out of the shadows at me. Nothing happened, so I cautiously made my way down the stairs.

Sam and Vincent were talking closely near the fireplace. A small fire crackled, creating a significant increase in the temperature in this room versus my own. Sam looked up at me as I stepped onto the hard floor of the living room, whileVincent smiled at me, his perfect teeth gleaming in the fire. He looked much more himself this morning.

“I’ve called in and am having half a cord of wood delivered later today,” he said, glancing down at my clothes with a mild look of disapproval.

“Great, I’m sleeping down here then. It’s colder than a witch’s tit in that room, especially without a Venezuelan hunk in my bed to warm me up,” I said with a sly grin at Sam.

Sam colored slightly and rolled his eyes. Vincent pointed at himself as if to say ‘Who, me?’ and then snickered.

“If you sleep down here, then you get to keep the fire going through the night. No falling asleep on the job,” Sam said pointedly. I rolled my eyes and scooted into the kitchen, hoping for coffee, and not bothering to point out that if no one else volunteered to sleep down here and keep the fire going, there would be no fire at night at all. The shadowy morning gloom lingered in the kitchen and would stay that way until the rays of the sun poked through in the afternoon. I eyed the kitchen sink suspiciously, seeing the cupboards underneath open and everything taken out. A bucket was on the floor next to it, the P-trap unscrewed and sticking out of the top. I inched over slowly, peeking into the bucket.

A great many dark and shriveled somethings occupied the bucket next to the pipe. For a second, I thought they were sticks, or perhaps noodles, and wondered when those had been dumped down the sink drain.

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