The Woman Next Door
“It had started in his head, just a whisper of pain, as if some small insect were trying to burrow into his scalp. It had quickly escalated, vaulted into his neck and shoulders, then into his chest and legs, as if some great invisible animal was on him, pushing him to the sidewalk, trying to suffocate him. He groaned, tore at his shirt, his ears, his hands. He fell to his knees, groaned louder, longer.
And the pain was gone. He continued groaning, though only in memory of the pain. He looked... about. Marilyn Courtney's house was to his left, Christine Bennet's to his right.
The insect started burrowing into his scalp again.MoreLess
And the pain was gone. He continued groaning, though only in memory of the pain. He looked... about. Marilyn Courtney's house was to his left, Christine Bennet's to his right.
The insect started burrowing into his scalp again.MoreLess
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