What time is it?
He had no idea. No power meant no alarm clock.
Funny. On the nights he could not sleep, it had been so annoying. He would lie there, getting madder and madder while watching the red numbers on the clock advance.
What he wouldn't give to see those glowing numerals just now.
"Ruby!" he yelled.
He heard her cautious footsteps down the hall.
"Is the soup done?" he asked.
"No, Geoffrey. It still had another hour to go. I could bring you a loaf of bread to tide you over until the power's back on.
"Naw. Forget it."
He wasn't hungry. He just needed to hear her voice.
Damn, if it she wasn't sounding younger too.
He moved his eyes left and right in the darkness.
Why had he liked it so?
Because it hid him, covered him in its blackness, made him disappear. He could be anyone in the dark. The sexiest man alive. Strong, virile, handsome. Hard-bodied, muscular, rippled abs. Whatever characteristics his mind chose to paint was possible in the dark.
Night had always been his friend. Until now. Because of all the things that had happened lately, he found himself afraid.
Afraid of the dark? Of the boogie man? Hard to say. Both probably.
Oh well, Geoff old boy, the only thing you can do is tough it out. The lights will come back on soon, and Ruby'll bring you a late dinner. Then you just relax and wait for midnight.
Midnight will come, and you'll have Danny.
Danny.
Thank God for small favors.
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In the Belly of the Beast
ParanormalAn elderly lady gets revenge upon the bullying invalid she has been caring for in terrifying and ghastly ways. Geoffrey is morbidly obese and bedridden, yet he terrorizes Ruby, the elderly woman who is his caretaker. Without money or a place to sta...
