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The Creep Factor<br />
Issue 12 - Fear<br />
vard and into Tammy’s store.<br />
She stood at the counter, matching receipts<br />
with money she had taken in for the<br />
day.<br />
The door opened. The buzzer warned.<br />
A gust of cold wind swept exhaust and the<br />
smell of frying fish into the narrow store.<br />
The man appeared.<br />
As much as Tammy wanted to see his<br />
inner perfection, she felt the sensation of<br />
having her skin peeled.<br />
She grabbed the money and the receipts,<br />
went into the bathroom, shut the door,<br />
and hid her day’s worth in a bag behind<br />
the paper towels. She looked out the back<br />
window. Except for her Honda, the parking<br />
lot was empty. Her phone was under the<br />
first shelf of the counter. She told herself<br />
she was being ridiculous. It was always the<br />
ordinary-looking men who were rapists and<br />
murderers, not the ones with warped faces<br />
and mismatched body parts.<br />
Tammy recited the affirmation that her<br />
Buddhist friend Qwan had given her: “I see<br />
beauty in all things and in everyone.”<br />
She opened the door. The blood evaporated<br />
from her brain and left her woozy<br />
with fear. “Can, I help you?” she stammered.<br />
He stood in front of the counter, his long<br />
arms stretched from one end almost to the<br />
other, braced, an anchor for his gigantic<br />
head. “I’m looking for a jade ring.” His voice<br />
garbled like nails thrashed about in a garbage<br />
disposal. His pinprick eyes seemed to<br />
enjoy Tammy’s terror.<br />
She thought about lying, but what if he<br />
saw the ring? “I, um, yes. A man’s ring?”<br />
“Yeah. A man’s ring.”<br />
“There’s one in the second case in the<br />
front,” she said, hoping he’d walk away so<br />
she could open the back door. What for? To<br />
run out? And leave him alone in her store?<br />
Stop looking at his appearance, Tammy told<br />
herself.<br />
“I want to try it on.”<br />
Tammy nodded. She hurried from behind<br />
the counter, went around the hanging<br />
mirror and down the west aisle with her key<br />
poised to unlock the case.<br />
He lumbered toward her as if he wore<br />
concrete platforms, his expression smug.<br />
He stood close beside her. Affixed to his<br />
long coat was a metallic odor, iron, or was it<br />
blood?<br />
Tammy reached in and gave him the<br />
ring.<br />
Scars crisscrossed the top of his huge<br />
hands and knuckles. He jammed the ring<br />
onto his pinkie.<br />
She glanced out the front window, hoping<br />
someone would come in.<br />
“How much is it?”<br />
His breath smelled like a jar of old pennies.<br />
“$285.00.”<br />
“Gold.”<br />
“14 carat.”<br />
“Hmm.” He stared at her and massaged<br />
the tip of his middle finger back and forth<br />
over the jade then tapped the stone with his<br />
teeth.<br />
Tammy cringed.<br />
“What’s the best price?” he asked.<br />
“I can take ten percent off.”<br />
“Hmm, $255.00, even.”<br />
“There’s tax.”<br />
“Not with cash,” the man said. He stared<br />
at her. There didn’t seem to be any life coming<br />
from his eyes, not human, more reptilian.<br />
She expected a forked tongue to shoot<br />
out between his lips.<br />
She’d pay the tax. She wanted him out of<br />
her store, out of her life, out of her dreams.<br />
“All right.”<br />
He held out his skillet sized hand—fingers<br />
that looked like they enjoyed pulling<br />
the wings off of sparrows—the gemstone<br />
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