Chapter 8 : The Girl in The Box
Malachy is beyond bored. He is one his 4th team death match on Call of Duty. The game is far too easy for him genetically he is an apex predator. He makes quick work of the opposing team while he's barely paying attention. He keeps checking the clock to see when his uncle Marshall is due home. His mom is working tonight and his uncle Sid is going out so uncle Marshall is hanging out with him. Just one problem is he's late and Malachy ran out of stuff to keep him occupied.
After another win Malachy throws the controller down and wanders outside the cottage. He hasn't had time yet to explore his new digs, now is a good a time as any. For a family of serial killers, Malachy finds his family's yard pretty unimpressive. His mom makes them keep it spotless like certain areas of those house so nobody ever goes snooping.
The neighboring cottage catches Malachy's interest. He's only seen Devon go in and out of there a few times? Uncle Marshall asked Devon if he lived there, because the Holmes were going to us that as a shop, but Devon said that it's a storage place for all the properties.
In Malachy's family, storage and secrets are a synonym. He grabs a flashlight and quietly meanders over. Malachy accesses a kitchen window from the back of the house so if anyone approaches they notice his unlawful entry. The window opens surprisingly easily. Too easily for it to have simply been locked, Malachy thought. He carefully climbed in through the window, careful not to make a sound. He hopped off the counter and looked around at the half empty house. It looked like there was something living in here.
This place was messy and dirty. Reminding him of Marshall's room. There were gross dishes tossed aside with rotted food on them and the ignored furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust making Malachy cough. He reached over the counter and attempted to pry open a window. The window wouldn't budge. Thinking maybe it was stuck from the built-up guck he tried another window also stuck. He searched for a reason and noticed the windows were all locked form the outside. Who locks their windows from the outside?
The rotting smell of filth grew thicker as Malachy explored his way through the house. He was expecting to find a dead body when he opened the bathroom door because the smell was so rancid. Covering his nose and mouth like a make shift surgical mask, Malachy swung the barely hanging door open. The bathroom made the kitchen look like a hospital sterile environment. There either wasn't any water or whoever lived there has never bothered to clean up after themselves. Malachy gagged and ran out not paying attention to which direction he was going.
He ended up in the master bed room. The oversize bed stood on high risers. Torn and stained sheets scattered over it, probably never experience a wash machine. Malachy noticed handcuffs on the headboard and the baseboard of the bed. The was a certain depravity that went on here. He crept around the bed disgusted with the sights. Suddenly his cellphone rang causing him to jump backwards into the nightstand. He loudly fell backwards taking a lamp down with him. The lamp came crashing down with a smash.
As soon as Malachy landed on the ground, something under the bed started making noise. For a minute, Malachy was scared shitless. He has heard of weird hicks that trap raccoons and keep them as pets even though they have rabies. He gulped and got down on his belly. He took and deep breath and hoped whatever was under the bed wasn't rabid. Malachy carefully pulled back the sheets that were blocking his view of under the bed. He shined his flashlight down illuminating the darkness. Whatever was under the bed must have noticed the light because it riled right up. All Malachy could hear was violent banging as he shined his flash light searching for the source of the sound. Then he saw it. Laid out vertically on the opposite side of the bed was a coffin like box.
Fascinated, Malachy slide toward the other side of the bed and found a hole in the box with his flashlight. He got as close as he could and shined the light into the hole so he could get a peek of what's inside. The thing in the box was eerily quietly as the flashlight began to flicker and Malachy's eyes struggled to focus. His blue eyes fell on the petite green eyes of a girl. Malachy stared in a speechless trance until the girl in the box screamed incoherently at him causing Malachy to lose his nerve, drop his flashlight and run like hell home.