The C.J. Henderson MEGAPACK ®. C.J. Henderson
has to be clean,” she added.
And so, the two packed their machines and clothing and bits and pieces and piled them into their vehicles. Making certain he had both reactivated the security system and locked the front door, Nardi took one last look at the old house, then said:
“Well, no one can say the Nardi Security Team doesn’t earn it’s pay.”
Renee made a surprisingly graceful bow of acknowledgement to his statement, then headed for her car. Nardi turned back to the house, tipped his baseball cap to its weathered roof, and then headed for his own.
And, inside the house, the foul presence which had spent the entire time of Nardi and Renee’s visit suffering in exquisite anguish, allowed itself to burst forth once more from its thousand different hiding places. It was an elder, jaundiced thing, and its hate bounded from the walls as it unfolded itself.
The fat cow, she had been so easy to resist it was a thing of amusement to the cursed soul, a humor so gay it crippled the violent spirit. But the man, all that marvelous, seething, ever-so-fresh pain…
That had been hard to ignore. Agonizingly hard. Oh, for just a tiny tongueful of his snivelling grief, the merest pin prick of his pain…
But that would have alerted the pair of interlopers, set them upon it, forced it to fight back, wasted time, lost it the prize.
No, it purred, remembering the bride soon to be thrust into the bowels of its domain, the smell of her innocence, the drooling wonderfulness of her softness, the flesh to be touched, the love to be poisoned…
What did they think it was, some inconsequential? Some mere nothing of mere human memory? Fools.
The thing which pulsed with the old house exploded with laughter. It had been sorely tempted, but it had won its prize. It had been afraid for a moment, the detective had almost snared it with the delicious aroma of his fear.
Almost.
But it knew a thing or two itself, about the idea of fear, and it had conquered its own.
Now, it mused, bring me something else to conquer.
The house laughed, and the trees shuddered, but there was no one there to hear.
Yet.
INTRODUCTION TO “BRING MORE”
All right, after all of that, time for a little comedy. This one, oddly enough, was supposed to be a straight horror story featuring my most popular female character, Lai Wan. As you read the opening section, you’ll see there’s nothing funny about the scene. But then, before I could bring in Ms. Wan, well…things took a turn for the different. You’ll meet Lai Wan later, but for now, it’s time for a tale filled with food, and hopefully some laughs.
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