I always thought my neighbor was a suspicious sonofabitch. He kept weird hours, never had visitors over, and creepily eye-fucked every female on the block whenever they crossed paths. And like a bad guy in a movie, I saw him constantly going in and out of his old storm cellar for no apparent reason.
So today, when I noticed he’d forgotten the padlock on the cellar door and driven off on some mysterious errand, I decided to have a peek.
And… wow.
It didn’t appear that she’d been down there more than a day or two. Just long enough for the fear to settle into her bones, but not so long that she’d given up hope. When she saw me enter, her eyes lit up. As I pulled the tape off her mouth, her words came flooding out, telling me how she’d been abducted, all the things he’d threatened to do to her, all the things he’d already done, and how thankful she was that I came along.
I think she changed her mind on the last part when I re-sealed her mouth and tossed her over my shoulder.
After all, my neighbor won’t be back for a while. And he’s not the only one on the block with a cellar.
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