Friday Nights Frights 5

Chapter 5

   Soap bubbles fell away from her when she got out of the bathtub. After drying off, she pulled on a white set of PJs. The microwave pinged in the kitchen. A bowl of leftovers steamed and dripped off the sides of the microwaves. Earlier in the week, she made a large portion of spaghetti bolognaise and spicy noodles.

  
    She ate in the kitchen while watching Making a Murderer on her laptop. A sense of calm spread through her. There wasn’t a single drop of blood on her duvet. She managed to pop Tom’s eyes out of their sockets, wiped the blood off his face and slipped them into a honey jar in record time. His body was buried in her neighbour’s garden. She knew the old lady didn’t have cameras installed for security and that she was in the hospital recovering from a broken hip. 


      At around 9PM, she settled down on the sofa and called her mother.

  
    “Mother, how are you?”


   There was an uncomfortable silence.

   
   “Hetty, I’m not well.”

  
    “Are they looking after you?”

  
    Her mother was locked up in a mental institution after being convicted of killing her husband, and eating his heart. Heather was only four years old. Her aunt Gemma took her in until she was eighteen.

   
   “They’re not giving me my telly.”

   
   “What happened mother?”

  
    “I bit Nurse Nelly’s hand.”

   
   “Why did you do that?”

   
   “I was hungry. Are you going to visit me?”

   
   “Not right now mother. I’m going to bed now. Good night. And don’t bite anybody.”

  
    “Hetty? Where are you go…?”

  
    Heather hung up and climbed into bed. When she closed her eyes, she dreamed of blue eyes.