Suicide Town (Horror in Small Towns) by Boris Bacic

Author:Boris Bacic [Bacic, Boris]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

A knock on the door woke Dean up. He was a heavy sleeper, but this morning, the small sound got him sitting ramrod straight in bed. Whoever was at the door, they weren’t looking for Dean to invite him to breakfast. Three more knocks, these louder and more urgent.

Dean rubbed his eyes and threw the blanket off. He had no idea what time it was, but his brain, for some reason, told him that it was morning despite the thick darkness in the room. Dean stood on heavy legs, and the events from last night rushed into his mind like a train.

He looked toward the window. Last night, after the sounds outside the window had stopped, Dean spent some time putting the curtains back on the clamps. His shoulders were killing him by then, but he was so focused on replaying what he saw out on the street that the pain hadn’t registered until later. When he went to bed, he saw the woman with the rag on her head staring at him, the sockets that had the fabric tightly stretched across them gazing at him.

The fear and anxiety ran through him so heavily that he couldn’t fall asleep for about thirty minutes. He kept looking around the room, thinking he would see the woman standing at the foot of his bed. He was tempted to turn the lights on and sleep like that, but his ego wouldn’t allow it.

Now, as Dean stared at the curtains, a passing thought occurred to him.

He imagined ripping the curtains down again, tying a knot around the curtain rod, and making a noose. He envisioned himself hanging and choking, since the curtains were too thick to break his neck on impact. The thought dissipated just as quickly as it entered, and Dean furiously blinked, wondering what the fuck he was thinking.

Three more raps on the door shot him back into the present. “Okay, I’m coming,” Dean said. He put on his pants and approached the door. Whoever was outside, they were here to tell him that they knew what he did—he was sure of it. Dean unlocked the door and swung it open.

He expected Nelson Baxter’s scowling face to greet him, informing him that he would need to leave the motel. He also expected the sheriff to tell him to come with him. Instead, the woman who stood in front of him caused Dean’s jaw to drop to the floor.

“About time, D! Where the hell have you been all this time?” Iris said as she spread her arms. “I’ve been calling you for days!” she slapped her arms against her sides and then pointed behind Dean. “Mind if I come in? Okay, thanks.”

“Iris . . .”

Iris squeezed between him and the doorway before he could answer. “Damn, what a dump. I thought you had class, D.”

“Iris—”

“So, this is where you get your inspiration, huh?” she said as she turned to face him. She looked around the cheap room and then shrugged. “Okay, I get it.

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