Katie felt horrible for living next to this woman for a year now and never really introducing herself. As she stood there, next to this woman, she realized that she hasn't seen the alive version of her neighbor for a little over two weeks.
DAMN!
She really needed to start paying more attention to the living and less to the dead. Crap, crap, crap! OK, so to assess the situation. She needed to go next door. She needed to call the police. She needed to do a lot of things but the hot, sweaty feeling is coming back again.
As Katie looked around she noticed that her neighbor lady was gone but the feeling of heat was still here. What is that? Why is she breaking out in a sweat? "Who is here?" Nothing. "Hello?!" again nothing. What is going on? Then she saw it, in the corner of the room, it was tall and dark. She had never seen anything like it before. If she didn't feel anything she would have never noticed it unless it was to move, but she could feel the hate coming from it. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. As soon as it figured out she knew it was there, just like that, it was gone. Then the old lady was back, and hiding behind Katie, like she was afraid of the shadow thing. Katie can't say that she blames the old lady. She needed to figure out what that was, but first she needed someone to go next door.
**
As Katie and the old lady stood outside the door, she could smell that the lady had been dead a while. They were waiting on the cops that Katie had called over 20 minutes ago. "Where are they? Geez, I called forever ago! Why are you still here? I have discovered you, isn't that what you wanted?" The woman just stood there and shook her head no. Katie, not being able to stand it any longer, started pacing the floor until the first officer arrived.
What was she going to tell the police about finding the body.
"So you smell something, huh?"
"Yep, I am not sure what it is but I haven't seen the lady here in a while."
"OK, well gotta go and see what happened. Just, stay here, OK?!"
When he opened the door the smell was outrageous, she couldn't stand there any longer. As she started to walk away the officer came back out to inform her that the detective was going to need to speak with her. "Why?"
"Well because it looks to me like this was a murder."
Katie than realized the reason why the little old lady was still there.
Later that day Katie learned the old lady's name was Jane Inglis, and she was a widow. She has 3 kids, all in their 30's and 40's. How sad that she had to lay there for days with no one checking on her. She also learned that both of Jane's legs were broken, she had been stabbed, and laid there for a few days until she finally passed away.
Katie doesn't remember hearing anything, but the complex that she lives in has good insulation so that doesn't surprise anyone, except Katie. She should have been able to feel something wrong. Katie could feel that this wasn't any regular murder, this was different, very different.
(Next Chapter)
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