111 Crossbow Lane

Who's keeping count.

As I closed the door I heard Gideon speaking from the kitchen.

"Are you ready?"

"Almost." I quickly remove the shirt I had on, its full of blood. I run up the stairs and chuck the bloodied shirt in the dust bin. I wipe the blood from my arm and hand. I grab another shirt and put it on. I clean the little switchblade and put it in my pocket.

I rush down the stairs and reach the kitchen just as Gideon is about to come round the corner.

"What have you been up to? Why did it take you so long to put on clothes and get back down here?"

"I used the bathroom too. Sorry."

"Get me a bowl. And something to drink."

"Okay."

I walk to the cabinet and fetch a bowl. Next I go into the pantry to retrieve some of the juices I saw there earlier. As I pass through the door the air changes again. I look around, I'm in the bedroom. I hear the shower, someone is having a shower. Strangely I've got a feeling I know who it might be.

Another one. How many of them are there? I walk over to the bathroom door. I take out the little switchblade. It's now or never. Take him out and be done with it. The more of them I can get rid of, the better. I open the door and run through. To my amazement it's not a bathroom that awaits me.

It's the back porch. I look around. I walk down the stairs and head over to the garden shed. I open it slowly, afraid of stepping through and finding myself in yet another place. But its just a shed. I look around. I found acid. I pick it up and have a look, very potent stuff. Good.

I hear footsteps behind me. Instinct tells me to take the cap off and be at the ready. My instinct proves to be right. As I turn around I throw the contents of the can into his face. He screams in agony.

He lunges towards me, but I manage to sidestep him. He stumbles into the shed and trips over something, falling right onto some garden shears. It pierced his body, he flailed at a last attempt to pull free. His body goes slack. Finally fate helps me a bit.

I breathe out. Damn. I just can't catch a break. It all started with that damn house. I swear I'll burn it to the damn ground. I look around the shed. I found rat poison. Good. I put it underneath my clothes and make sure it's hidden. I walk back to the house and up to the back door. I reach for the door, what the hell will I find this time?

I open the door hesitantly, I peek around the door, the bedroom. I walk in. Okay. I close the door of the bathroom quietly, then open it slowly, this time it's the bathroom. I peek in, there in the shower is another Gideon. I leave the door open a crack, I go and fetch a heater from the closet. Next I found an extention cord and plugged it in. I switch it on and take it into the bathroom.

I sneak up on him, pull open the door fast and throw the heater right into his wet body. I hear sizzling, crackling noises coming from the heater and hear him scream. His body shakes and convulses. I smell flesh burning. His eyes bulge in his head. Then the lights go out. His body falls to the shower floor, no movement.

I unplug the cord and throw it into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. As I turn around Gideon enters the room.

"What was that?" He storms past me and opens the door. Nothing. Just an empty bathroom.

"What was what?" I ask him innocently. If he only knew.