Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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got that creeped-out feeling, along with the already present feelings of anger and worry.<br />
"Roger, you're taking this way too far," I announced in a loud voice. "Theresa's in the car<br />
crying. Come on out."<br />
No response.<br />
"If you don't come out, I'm going to have to assume that something happened to you, and I'll<br />
have to call the police. I'm pretty sure you don't want to explain to the cops that you were hiding<br />
out in an abandoned house just to play a joke on some kids. Get out here."<br />
Still nothing.<br />
Fine. I'd do one last quick search of the house, and then contact the police. What a lousy<br />
Halloween. No candy, no creative use of the candy after the kids were asleep, possible<br />
trespassing charges...Thanksgiving dinner with the in-laws was looking better and better.<br />
I went back upstairs and waved my flashlight in every possible place that Roger could fit, all<br />
the while sharing a loud running commentary about what I was going to do to him when I found<br />
him, which included a list of the top five locations on his body that might serve as the flashlight's<br />
final resting place.<br />
He wasn't anywhere upstairs. And there was simply no way he'd let the joke go on this long.<br />
Something had happened to him. It was officially time to go for help.<br />
I went back to the staircase. As I headed downstairs, my flashlight beam shone across the<br />
face of an old man standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me. I recognized the face<br />
from the newspaper photos. Jarvis Taywood.<br />
I tried to say "What the—," "Holy—," and "AAAIIIIEEEE!!!" all at the same time. It came<br />
out as an incoherent gurgle. I dropped the flashlight, which bounced down the stairs and rolled<br />
away. The figure was gone.<br />
It took me a good fifteen seconds to realize that I needed to breathe, and another fifteen<br />
seconds after that to actually regain the ability to do so. One track of my mind kept insisting that<br />
there was a perfectly logical explanation, while another kept saying, "I do believe in spooks! I do<br />
believe in spooks! I do I do I do!"<br />
No, I didn't. There was a perfectly logical explanation for this. Roger wearing a Jarvis<br />
Taywood mask, for example. Everything would be explained as soon as I walked down the stairs<br />
to investigate.<br />
The dark stairs.<br />
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