The Sunlight Slayings
“The store once again seemed empty. The same tinny bossa nova music echoed from speakers in the ceiling. Oliver and Dean walked down the nearest aisle, its perfectly arranged shelves stocked with mysterious tins and jars. They both glanced at their feet as their footsteps made no sound on the tile floor. The scent of bleach lingered in the air, like the place had once again just been cleaned. Oliver squinted, looking ahead through the whitewashed bright toward the high marble counter in the back. It was empty.
Halfway to the back of the store, they crossed a gap in the aisle. Oliver heard a strange, uneven clicking sound and caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. Something black and green like the grimy corners and shadows, watching them from the far aisle with large, golden eyes—but by the time he turned his head, it had flitted out of sight.
“What was that?” Dean whispered.
“I don’t know,” Oliver replied. He’d had an impression of many arms or legs, of crusted ski...n, and of eyes that had gleamed gold.MoreLess
Halfway to the back of the store, they crossed a gap in the aisle. Oliver heard a strange, uneven clicking sound and caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. Something black and green like the grimy corners and shadows, watching them from the far aisle with large, golden eyes—but by the time he turned his head, it had flitted out of sight.
“What was that?” Dean whispered.
“I don’t know,” Oliver replied. He’d had an impression of many arms or legs, of crusted ski...n, and of eyes that had gleamed gold.MoreLess
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