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The Shed
by A.F. Stewart
You could see it from the road as you drove past my neighbour’s farm.
A weathered hut, cement and stone with a tin roof, and a rusted metal door. A locked door, sealed shut with a chain and a corroded padlock. You can’t see the lock from the road of course, but I’ve had a closer view.
Maybe it was trespassing, sneaking on to his farm and inspecting his old shed, but I needed to know. The whole town whispered about my neighbour, how he wasn’t right, how he kept to himself; most folk thought he was making moonshine or cooking drugs in his shed.
I didn’t, but I needed to be sure.
That night I went to the shed, and with the only window blacked out, I broke in to confirm my suspicions. Picking the lock was easy; one of many skills I learned during a misspent youth. And the rusty old door opened on all his secrets.
I found what I was looking for.
Rows of knives, hacksaws and other weapons hanging the walls, covered in dried blood, Red stains on the floor. A crooked shelf with nine jars of liquid with a pair of eyeballs floating in each one. I stared at a set in particular, a familiar shade of green staring back at me. Her eyes. Her beautiful, gentle eyes, the only thing he left me.
I had my proof.
I know now why my neighbour’s storage shed was always padlocked.
I was right about him.
It’s where he killed his victims.
It’s where I killed him for what he did to my sister.
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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