Billy made a face as if trying to ward off the putrid stench in the room. “They must have been starving their dog. Looks like it ate half that old woman before it got away. I don’t know what to make of the corpse with the knife and steel in his head. And this guy,” Billy nodded toward the body of Bo, lying dead on the floor. “What happened to him? I guess the dog bit him on the arm. But what killed him? The bump on his head wasn’t enough to do him in. Do you think he was scared to death during his attack?”
Hector shook his head, hoping the police would arrive soon. He wished he had been there in time to save Bo. He felt so sorry for Natalie. She told them how Bo just went over to do a neighborly thing and bring over a casserole.
The casserole still set on the end table. Natalie found the Canfield’s door opened, and Bo and the others dead when she went over to see what was taking him so long.
“Poor woman,” Hector said only loud enough for Billy to hear. He imagined how his wife would feel if she found him dead on the floor.
A faint hum emerged from Bo’s throat, blending in with Natalie’s sobs until it rose loud enough in volume for her to hear.
Natalie gasped and looked at Hector, “It’s Bo! He’s trying to say something!”
Hector dropped to his knees beside Bo, felt for a pulse in the neck, and when he felt nothing, checked his heart beat with his stethoscope. “I’m not getting anything. It’s probably just intestinal gases working their way up through the esophagus rattling his vocal cords.”
The humming grew louder and became uniform and distinct.
“Wait . . . he’s humming a tune. Listen,” Billy said, as something about the hum sounded familiar. “I think I recognize it . . . Yeah! That’s it! I know what it is! It’s “Fifty ways to—”
Billy stopped as Bo’s piercing red eyes sprang open, gazing into his new world.
The hope that swelled in Natalie’s chest that Bo was somehow still alive deflated like a balloon bursting. Bo’s face contorted into unrecognizable evil and struck her sweet smelling soft neck with a bone crushing bite.
Void of any memories of the human he once was, Bo found himself compelled now only to exist to feed on the flesh of the living. One bite at a time.
The End
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Table of Contents
Do Unto Others 13
New Shoes 23
Need 26
Prison Bitch 37
How Do You Eat a Whole Human? 40
Horror Buffet : Six Servings of Tasty Terror Page 5