A clumsy attempt at writing, including G.O.T. 2017 and Prep NaNoWriMo 2019
“C’mon Jack, work with me here, what color? Blue or green?
“Gee, Jill, I don’t know.”
He was still working out the angle of that particular wall he had to tear down.
“First things first, painting the sitting room is not on my list today.”
“But I have to buy paint. Blue or green?”
“Then green it is. Now let me do my job, dear.”
Jill left the house, leaving him on his own.
For the next 45 minutes, he was busy tearing down a brick wall. The noise was deafening, dust and brick falling from his hefty slices with a hammer. He was sweating heavily, breathing in and out like a sick elephant.
With one final effort, he managed to finish the job. Done!
Looking into the rubble he noticed there was something behind that last piece of brick. In the corner, where the wall once stood was an opening in the floor.
As he was walking toward the hole an awful smell reached his nostrils.
Yek, what the hell was that?!
Peering into the dark he tore loose some floorboards. The smell was overwhelming.
At that moment Jill came through the door, holding two cans of paint.
She put down the cans and worked her way through the rubble.
They both looked puzzled into the hole.
“What’s that? Can you see anything?”
“There must be something down there, it smells terrible…a dead cat maybe?”
“Let’s get the flashlight, dear?”
Jill got the light from the kitchen and was back in a jiffy.
The light shone inside the dark hole.
There, something covered with a blanket was lying in the sand.
Jack grabbed a piece of the cloth and threw it aside.
A body…the silhouette of a body!
Jill screamed a smothered cry.
Jack pulled back, his knees on the floor, his body flinching.
“OMG, it’s a dead person. ”
That’s when the body moved and sat erect, with its slimy head and hair above the floorboards.
Piercing red eyes looking at the couple in a grim stare.
Jill and Jack both fainted on the spot.
The figure juggled itself out of the hole in the ground leaving splatters of green slimy stuff on the floor.
It had a grin on what was left of its face.
With one throw he swept the bodies of Jack and Jill into the hole and put back the floorboards.
“A nice place, a lot of work though, and green paint for the living room.” It grinned and started to refurbish the house.
The neighbors didn’t notice the banging from underneath the floor of Number 22, York Road. It went on for a couple of days and then stopped.
In the city nobody knows their neighbors, so nothing new.
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