"She's singing again."
"I know." He could hear it just as clearly as Maria did, through the paper-thin walls: the old lady across the hall, Mrs. Aguilar, singing her hymns. "Maybe she'll stop. She stopped after a few minutes yesterday."
He got out of bed, stepped over mounting trash on the carpet, walked to the front hall, pressed his ear against the door.
Mrs. Aguilar's singing continued. Underscoring was soon provided by the shuffling and scratching and moaning of the zombies drawn up the stairs by the noise.
He silently tiptoed back to the bedroom, heart pounding. "She's not stopping."
That was a good one.ReplyDelete
Oooh, that's a good one!
Are hymns summon zombies? I better not play all those Christmas tunes then.ReplyDelete
That would be a good idea. I hear zombies especially like "The Christmas Shoes"Delete
I love your style. In particular, I like how you showed, not said. I'm still working on that one.ReplyDelete
Thank you very much for reading and commenting :-)Delete
bring on the zombies . . . this little old lady is singing. :)ReplyDelete
And she's not stopping! :-)Delete