Jill wandered into the garage hoping to find Paul. What she found was a partially opened hatch on the floor near the back wall. They had only known each other for a few weeks. Jill had wanted to surprise him with some fresh coffee and pastries, having found the front door unlocked she let herself in.
Lifting the hatch open completely she called down, “Paul, are you down there?” no answer came back. Putting down the bags she climbed the ladder into the dark. At the bottom she fumbled along the wall in the dark. The stench was unbelievably acrid and tainted with a sweet, metallic scent that she could not quite place.
By feeling along the wall she finally found a light switch. What the light revealed froze her in her where she stood. Horrified.
The room was mostly bare metal with a medical exam table in the middle. On the table was most of a human body. Parts of its legs had been cut away and the bones were all that was left. Several moments passed before Jill recognized a ragged sound. “Oh, God!” she yelled when she realized that the sound was breathing. The body, the person was still alive on the table.
A hand grabbed her shoulder. Chills ran up her spine. It was Paul. His touch, until minutes ago, sent sensations of joy through her. Now, every fiber of her being wanted to recoil in disgust. His breath, hot on her neck, was no longer exciting, rather made her want to vomit as he whispered, “So sad, Jill. This was not to be your day.” Then came the knife, quickly, expertly it went between ribs and into her organs several times.
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