Love in Death

Carin

            I barely noticed when the end of the week rolled around. I was so busy with baby planning that the days seemed to blend together a bit. Denise was more than happy to supply me with everything and anything I could possibly want for my little child.

After dinner Denise claimed she had some extra errands to run, and told me not to worry that she would be back soon and that it was late anyway, so I should get some rest. Something felt off, and it took me a few minutes of aimlessly wandering the house to figure out what it was. Denise was supposed to update me on if she'd heard from Carin, and she never did. I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling, Denise has been nothing but kind and courteous with me so I had no reason to feel this unease. Maybe it was simply being alone so late in the evening in this big house, I reasoned with myself.

Pursing my lips, I find myself in a part of the house I'd never been in before, and a door leading to what I suspected was a basement. The excitement of exploring was weighed down by my unease transforming into a heavier sense of foreboding dread.

Quietly and slowly I turned the doorknob and peered into the dimly lit staircase. "Oh boy." I mumble to myself as I begin the descent. "This is too creepy." This looked unlike the rest of the polished and manicured house. It was dirty and dusty, cobwebs hid in the corners that I could see and I peered around the room as I reached the bottom.

A muffled noise caught my attention and I follow it. My gasp seems to echo in the near emptiness of the large room. "Carin!" I dive forward as much as my stomach will allow, grasping at her gently, pulling the gag from her mouth and attempting to brush dirt from her face. "Carin!"

"Sammie." Her voice is raspy from being unused. "Sammie, you have to get out of here." She grips my arm tightly, panic in her eyes. "You have to get out of here."