The Shine

The importance of being earnest

I don't want to be glib about something horrible. But standing there looking at a steaming pile of organs my thought was "Well that didn't work". Like I'm the sardonic knight in sour armor anti-hero protagonist of some dumb comedy horror movie.

If I want to give myself any credit maybe her death was too surreal to react to in a normal way. Maybe the way in which she died was so insane that my brain couldn't register that a woman had just really died.

Or maybe I'm an asshole with sociopathic tendencies.

I went inside to one of the bathrooms to see if Eterno or his demon or whatever that creature is that I saw infesting Bloody Mary was lurking in the mirror. Nothing, just a mirror.

I heard the cook/maid moving around in the laundry room so I went that way. Even though the door was open I knocked, she was started by me anyway.

"Uh, so . . . do you know . . . what, uh, your employer . . . got up to around here?"

She seemed calm but she had her hand on the dryer like she was kind of hanging on, of getting ready to catapult herself away "The sex stuff? Yeah, I know about that." While I was trying to think of what to say she must have figured out that wasn't what I meant "Or do you mean the cult?"

"Uh, well, look, we were out back and we were trying to do a ritual, a magic ritual . . . like a magic spell."

She seemed relieved "Oh yeah, that. Everyone around these parts thinks they know a witch or a conjure woman. My grandma called them two-headed women because they saw everything that happens like they had two sets of eyes to watch with. There's an old blues song about it." She put a hand on her hip in thought "Who was that? Buddy Guy?"

"So . . . yeah . . . there was an accident . . . out there."

She frowned "What kind of accident?"

"The kind where she's dead."

At that point I realized I never should have gone in there to talk with her. She took a step back in fear and I stepped back too to give her some room. My instinct was to throw up my hands and say "No, no, I didn't kill her!" but what good would that have done? She was probably already thinking that JoshDan and I had murdered her boss.

Hopefully if she, or the police, look at the "body" they'll realize there's no way I could have done that. On the other hand, they have to think something, and what would make more sense to them then the last person seen with the victim being the killer?

I wanted to stay and try and convince her but that would have just made things worse. I apologized for scaring her, walked outside, got in my car and drove away. 

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