The Silent Killer
Chapter Ten
Part 1
Wednesday – July 22nd - 7:30 PM
Shelby Meyers arrived home from her business trip exhausted but thrilled. It had been quite the productive trip and she was feeling quite proud of herself. She couldn't wait to get in the door and share her success with her husband. More to the point, she couldn't wait to see her husband.
She loved her job and yes, they'd had their fare share of separations during their marriage, but coming home was always so wonderful.
She closed the front door behind her and dropped her suitcases at her feet. There would be time enough later to unpack. Right now she longed to feel her husband's loving arms around her.
"Greg," she called out. "I'm home."
There was no response.
"Maybe he's upstairs," she said aloud. With scarcely a thought, she kicked off her shoes and then ran up the stairs to find him.
What she found was unlike anything she'd envisioned on the flight home.
Her husband was in the bedroom, but that's where the dream ended and the nightmare began.
He was lying on the floor beside their bed, clad only in his pajamas.
He was not moving.
His shirt was splattered with what looked like bloodstains.
There was blood on his chin and lips.
There was a cold stillness about him that made every hair on the back of her neck rise and a cold feeling more frigid than being upon the polar ice caps wearing nothing but shorts roared through her veins.
"Greg," she whispered as she knelt down beside him.
He did not respond.
He could not.
"Greg!"
Tentatively she extended a hand to touch his cheek and her warm fingers were greeted with an eerie cold hardness.
Her breath caught in her throat and the world began to spin around her, like being caught on a never-ending ride at an amusement park, with no means of escape.
"Greg," she sobbed.