Every October, one house in our Maryland neighborhood turned into an obsession. The owner never spoke, never waved, never broke routine — he just built the most disturbing Halloween displays anyone had ever seen. This year, he went too far: a Vlad the Impaler theme with bodies hanging on stakes and birds tearing at them. Parents complained, so I went to his door as the town's compliance officer to “handle it.” I expected an argument. I expected anger. I didn’t expect the smell. I didn’t expect the flies. And I didn’t expect to recognize one of the faces.
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00:00I need you to understand something before I start. Everyone loved that house. People say
00:06different things now. We always knew he was strange. I never liked driving past there.
00:12I told my kids to stay away, like memory is a coat they can turn inside out.
00:18But that's not how it was. That house, every October, was part of the town.
00:25Families drove in from other neighborhoods. Teenagers took Polaroid pictures out front.
00:30We used it in full brochures. We bragged about it. He made us feel like we had something worth
00:37driving to. You know how some towns have the world's biggest rocking chair, or a pumpkin festival,
00:44or a haunted hayride every year? That was our thing. Him. That house. I didn't even know his
00:53name until the police report. That's the part that still bothers me. I had been living on the
01:00next street over. Maple. Same builder. Same floor plan. Same aluminum gutters that froze and split
01:08every winter. You could have picked up my house and set it down in his footprint, and most people
01:14wouldn't have noticed, except for my lilac bushes and his dead boxwood hedge. It was that kind of
01:21neighborhood. Compact. Predictable. We were all young families, or almost young families.
01:29Men who worked at the base, or down at the plant. Women who drove station wagons and baked for
01:35fundraisers, and complained about rising taxes like we weren't all still on layaway, for the same
01:41avocado-colored dish sets. He was the only one who didn't fit. He was older than us, but not old.
01:49I want to say early fifties then. Thin. Grey hair that was either thinning or cut bluntly.
01:57I couldn't tell because I never got close enough to see his scalp. He wore long sleeves in all
02:03weather. He didn't wave. If he waved first, he'd do this quick chin-up nod like,
02:09yes, I register you. Let's not make this anything. He cut his grass at dusk. He brought his trash cans
02:17down after dark, and every year in early October, a delivery truck nobody recognized would pull up to
02:24his curb and stay for hours. That was the signal. That was when people started telling each other,
02:32they're here. It was always they, like we were talking about a traveling circus, not plywood and
02:38foam and paint. He never did store-bought. Not him. While the rest of us had plastic ghosts and
02:46drugstore spiderwebs, he built whole scenes. One year, it was a graveyard, but not in the silly way.
02:54No cartoon hands coming out of dirt. He dug. I remember that clearly. He actually dug into his
03:02front lawn and sculpted the dirt into fresh mounds, like six people had just been planted there last
03:07night. Not round mounds. Not the neat domes you see in cemeteries. Number. These were long, human width,
03:16raw, with the sod peeled back and thrown aside like a blanket. The headstones looked cracked,
03:23water-stained, and old. Not movie-old. Old-old. No names on them. Just dates, some of which were in
03:34the future.
03:35That was 1975. I remember because my daughter Elise was four then, and she asked me in the car,
03:43in that careful way children have when they think you might lie to them,
03:47are there people really in there? I told her, no baby. And she said,
03:55then why are the flies going there? They did that every year. The flies. You wouldn't notice it at
04:03first. You think, oh, it's late warm weather they're clinging on. But it wasn't like that.
04:10It wasn't like how flies move when they're on fallen apples or your cookout trash.
04:15They swarmed over the bodies, like there was something sweet and rotting there already.
04:22We talked about it at neighborhood association meetings, as if it were funny. We joked.
04:28Maybe he uses meat, someone said one year. Like real raw meat. That's how he gets that effect.
04:36Someone else? I won't know her name, but she used to bring ambrosia salad in a green Tupperware to
04:42every potluck and then complain. No one thanked her. Said, I don't care what he uses. It's disrespectful.
04:51My son can't sleep facing the window now. People loved it. People complained.
04:58That's what you have to understand. It had been going on for years. It was part of us.
05:06The year I'm telling you about. 1978. He did Vlad the Impaler. I didn't know who that was.
05:15I'm not embarrassed to admit that. I had to ask my neighbor, Mrs. Peters. Who is Vlad? Like a vampire?
05:22And she said, lowering her voice like we were gossiping about a divorce.
05:26Worse. Worse. He was a ruler or something. And he killed people by putting them on sticks.
05:34Then she shuddered theatrically.
05:37It's unsanitary.
05:40I laughed. We all laughed. The word unsanitary used like that felt funny. We were still in that easy
05:49space where it was all spectacle. It wasn't ours yet. Then the phone calls started. I was part-time
05:56with the town office then. Community standards. It was a made-up title with no authority, no budget,
06:03and a desk next to the copier. Mostly, I handled complaints. Noise. Fences. The grass is too high.
06:12Halloween fell under seasonal display, which meant it was now my problem.
06:17The morning of October 19th, the lines lit up like it was a power outage.
06:23He's got blood all over the sidewalk, one woman said.
06:28My daughter walked past and threw up.
06:31There are, sir. Ma'am. There are bodies out there, and they're... I don't even know if I should say
06:39this, but they're... missing things. Intestines? I think we saw intestines. This is satanic.
06:48We do not need this. Not with everything happening in DC already. It's too much.
06:56My boy had a nightmare last night that something with no eyes was staring in his window.
07:02You tell him to take it down. It wasn't like any other year. That was clear. Before,
07:08the scenes had been theatrical. Staged. Horrible, sure. But posed. Now people were saying blood spatter,
07:17like they'd learned it from television, and exposed organs. And the way their mouths look,
07:23like they're trying to scream around the wood. I said the same thing to everyone, on repeat,
07:29like I'd practiced it. I'll go speak with him this afternoon. We'll resolve it.
07:37At lunch, the town manager leaned into my doorway and said,
07:42Okay. So you're going to go speak with him this afternoon and resolve it?
07:48Fine, I said, because I'd already said I would. He added,
07:53Take notes. We may need them. That was the first moment I felt something like dread. Not fear.
08:01Dread. The difference is essential. Fear is fast. Dread is a weight. It settles in.
08:08Because take notes, meant, I don't want to be the one legally on record if this goes sideways.
08:15The air that day was that kind of October air I still think about. Thin, cold in the shade but
08:22warm
08:23where it touches the side of your face. The type of air that smells like leaves giving up.
08:29The sky was a dull, polite blue. Everything was so normal that I remember thinking in the car,
08:36this is going to be silly. I'm going to knock on a door and tell a middle-aged man to
08:41put some
08:42sheets over his art project. I parked half a block away on purpose. I didn't want to look like I'd
08:49come in any official capacity. That was always better with these petty disputes. If you show up
08:57like the law, people posture. You show up like a neighbor and they're embarrassed. Embarrassed people
09:05comply faster. As I walked up Larchmont, I could hear children. Not playing. Whispering. The way kids
09:13whisper when they're daring each other to get closer and not be the one who chickens out. You go. No,
09:20you go. Touch it. You touch it. Then I turned the corner and saw. It wasn't like a haunted house.
09:29It wasn't cluttered. There weren't props everywhere. That would have been better, I think.
09:37This was deliberate. He had cleared his whole front lawn and cut his shrubs down flat to the dirt,
09:44so there was nothing to block the view. The grass itself was flattened in broad, circular sweeps,
09:50as if something heavy had been dragged or rolled over it. In the center of the lawn, in a careful
09:57row,
09:58were six vertical stakes. Not fence posts. Not little. Tall. Taller than me. Taller than him,
10:09I'd later realize. Taller than anyone on this street had any reason to buy lumber for.
10:14Each stake had someone on it. I'm choosing my words here, because I don't know what I saw.
10:23And I don't want to lie outright to you the way I've been lying to myself, to the police, to
10:29everyone.
10:30What I thought I saw in that first second was mannequins. That is what my brain supplied,
10:36because nothing else made sense. The way you can glance at a coat hung on a door and think,
10:42that's a person. And then blink and laugh at yourself. Your brain will fill the shape with what you've already
10:50survived.
10:52Mannequins was the closest available word. They were slumped. Each one runs through on a long,
11:01sharpened stake. Not just stabbed. Mounted. The wood came up through them and out of their mouths.
11:07I didn't understand how that was possible at first. The angle looked wrong. The bodies—I'll keep calling
11:16them bodies because it's the only way to speak about them without losing language—were tilted back
11:21just so. Chests lifted. Throats exposed. Their mouths stretched around the exiting end of the stake in a
11:30way that made my own molars ache. Their arms hung limp. Their heads drooped, except for one that had fallen
11:38so far to the side it looked like the neck had given up. They weren't arranged messily. That's part of
11:45why it wasn't perfect. There was space between them, like spacing chairs. Each one is the same distance
11:53apart. Maybe three feet. In front of each one, at the base of the stake, he'd put a little jack
12:00-o'-lantern
12:00candle. Not a real pumpkin. A plastic one with a lightbulb inside, like you'd see on any porch.
12:08I remember the cords. Long orange extension cords braided across the lawn-like veins.
12:14And there were flies. They moved like a sheep. Like a living shade rolling and folding over the faces,
12:21into the open mouths, across the eyelids. I could hear them. That's the first sound I remember.
12:28Not screaming. Not crying. Not any horror movie thing. Just the low, constant, eager hum of flies feeding.
12:39Ma'am, one of the kids whispered behind me. I jumped. I hadn't heard them creep up.
12:46Ma'am, are those real people? No, I said automatically.
12:53Then why does it smell like a dead squirrel? It did.
12:59That hit me a second later. The smell. If you've ever had a mouse die in your walls in summer,
13:06you know it. It's sweet and wrong and sticky. It gets into the back of your throat and coats it.
13:12You can't swallow it down. This was like that, but worse. Bigger. Older.
13:19It had weight. I put my hand over my mouth without meaning to.
13:25Go home, I told the kids. My voice sounded strange in my mouth.
13:31Go home right now.
13:34They scattered, happy to be told what to do.
13:38For a long moment, I just stood there and listened to the flies.
13:41A flag line tapping a metal pole somewhere down the block.
13:45Far away traffic. That was it. No radio. No TV. No movement in the windows.
13:51The house looked… empty.
13:55That's a stupid word I know. All homes are empty until you go inside.
14:00But it felt empty in a way I don't have a word for.
14:03Like a tooth pulled out and the gum still throbbing. That's empty.
14:07I made myself look again. The mannequins were dressed.
14:12That should have comforted me. It didn't. Shirts. Pants. Torn in places. Soaked through in others.
14:19The stains weren't theatrical red. They were brown. Dried. Realistic, I thought. Too realistic.
14:27I told myself, he's an artist. He probably uses absolute butcher waste.
14:32People do that in movies, right? He probably got scraps from somewhere.
14:36It's just smart. It draws flies. That's all.
14:40I needed that to be true.
14:42I needed that so badly that I started building a whole story in my head about how he drove out
14:47to a slaughterhouse at dawn.
14:49Asked for offal. Brought it back in coolers. Packed it around foam forms.
14:54How clever that was. How committed.
14:57I could live in that story. That story would let me tell him.
15:01Cover it up.
15:03Kids are upset.
15:04And then I could go home and reheat the pot roast from last night and act like my life hadn't
15:09just tipped.
15:10So I walked up his front path.
15:13Even before I knocked, I saw something was off.
15:18The porch had little scraps on it.
15:21Curled, dried, paper-thin shreds the color of old candle wax.
15:24They were stuck to the doormat, caught in the doorframe, collecting in the corners where the railing met the siding.
15:32Some had tiny dark hairs.
15:35I thought, peeling latex.
15:37Movie makeup.
15:39That's all.
15:40That's all.
15:41I knocked.
15:43My knuckles on the wood sounded too loud.
15:47Nothing.
15:49I rang the bell.
15:51I heard it faintly inside.
15:53A tired two-note ding, like the wiring was old.
15:58Nothing.
15:59I realized then that the windows were open, just a crack at the top, but I couldn't hear a TV
16:05or footsteps.
16:06I could smell, though.
16:08It was worse up here.
16:10It didn't smell like outside something died.
16:12It smelled like…
16:14Inside, something is dying right now.
16:18Hotter.
16:20Denser.
16:21I swallowed against it.
16:24My throat burned.
16:26Sir?
16:27I called.
16:29This is the town office.
16:32I need to talk about the display out front.
16:35Nothing.
16:37I told myself he was in the basement.
16:39That made sense.
16:41He built things.
16:42His tools were probably down there.
16:44If he had a table saw running, he wouldn't hear me.
16:48I pictured him with safety goggles on, hands steady, working on some new piece for the show.
16:55It comforted me to think of him as busy, functional, human.
17:01I went back down the steps and onto the lawn.
17:04I don't know why I did what I did next.
17:07I still don't.
17:09I could have gone back to the car and written the citation without ever getting closer.
17:14I could have called the police from the corner.
17:17I could have told my manager.
17:19He refused to answer.
17:21It's out of my hands.
17:23And washed my hands of it.
17:26But there was this...
17:28Pull.
17:30Maybe pull is too mystical a word.
17:33I don't mean it like a summoning.
17:36I mean it's more like when you see something in the road while you're driving and you tell yourself,
17:40don't look at it, keep your eyes ahead.
17:44And you look at it anyway.
17:46It's not a desire.
17:48It's a compulsion.
17:51Your brain wants the missing piece even if the missing piece hurts you.
17:55I walked to the nearest stake.
17:58Up close, the smell felt like heat.
18:02Like walking past a dumpster in July.
18:04I breathed through my mouth, which made it worse because I could taste it.
18:09I gagged.
18:11Tears stung my eyes.
18:12I should have brought a scarf.
18:14As if this were something you planned for.
18:18The flies lifted and settled.
18:20Irritated at me for interrupting them.
18:23One landed on my wrist.
18:25And I flinched so hard I almost fell.
18:29The mannequin was a woman.
18:31That's when my brain stopped helping me.
18:34Because mannequins don't have tiny freckles on their chest.
18:38Mannequins don't have little soft hairs on their cheekbones.
18:42Mannequins don't have bruises where fingers might have held too tightly.
18:46Her eyes were half open.
18:49Cloudy.
18:50The lashes were clumped.
18:53There was something dry at the corners.
18:56That's all I'll say.
18:59Her mouth.
19:00I can't get her mouth right in my memory.
19:03Part of me remembers it stretched impossibly around the wood.
19:07Skin torn.
19:08Lips split.
19:09Part of me remembers it as almost delicate.
19:12Like the steak slid out between her teeth.
19:15And she just let it.
19:18Both versions feel true when I'm in them.
19:22Both versions make me shake.
19:24Her shirt.
19:26What was left of it.
19:27Had a logo I recognized.
19:29Safeway.
19:30Red letters.
19:32Our Safeway.
19:33You don't think about grocery store uniforms until you see one on a steak.
19:37Then you suddenly remember.
19:39Yes.
19:39It's that red.
19:41Yes.
19:42The collar does roll funny at the edges.
19:45Yes.
19:45The little name tag holes are always a bit frayed.
19:50My mind did this awful thing.
19:52Flipping through cashiers in my head.
19:55Blonde.
19:56Heavy set.
19:56Talks a lot.
19:58Brunette with the cat eye makeup.
20:01Older lady with the pinched mouth.
20:03Which one isn't there this week?
20:05Which one did I not see bagging milk on Tuesday?
20:09I reached out.
20:11I didn't want to.
20:13But I needed to know.
20:15Needed something solid to drag me back into a world where I had rules.
20:21I touched her forearm.
20:23I expected plastic.
20:26I expected cold, hard plastic.
20:29It was cold.
20:31It wasn't hard.
20:34Do you know how your own arm feels when you press your fingers into it?
20:37The slight give before the muscle.
20:40The way the skin warms just from being touched.
20:44Imagine that.
20:45But the give keeps going a little past where it should.
20:48And there's no warmth coming back.
20:52It's like pressing into refrigerated dough.
20:55I yanked my hand back and stumbled.
20:58And for a second, everything around me.
21:00The stakes.
21:01The lawn.
21:02The street.
21:03The blue of the sky.
21:04Tilted like a cheap set.
21:07I heard a buzzing in my ears and realized it wasn't the flies anymore.
21:11It was inside my head.
21:13I don't remember falling.
21:14But I found myself on my knees in his grass.
21:18And my skirt had soaked up something I didn't look at.
21:21My throat was working like I was going to be sick.
21:24But nothing came out except this dry scrape.
21:28This is the part where people ask me.
21:31Why didn't you run?
21:33Why didn't you scream for help?
21:36Because that would make it real.
21:39Because as long as I was quiet,
21:41there was still a version of this where I was overreacting.
21:46Where I was going to laugh at myself in the car
21:49and tell no one and go home and wash my hands three times
21:53and make Salisbury steak and never think of it again.
21:57Screaming would lock it in.
21:59Screaming would mean I was now part of whatever this was.
22:03I didn't want to belong to this.
22:06I remember thinking, very calmly,
22:09he's just perfect.
22:11He's just very, very good.
22:13He must have gotten medical training somewhere.
22:16Maybe these are medical teaching dummies.
22:18That's why the skin feels like that.
22:21They do that in hospitals.
22:22They make practice bodies.
22:24I've read about that.
22:26I've seen pictures in magazines.
22:29They're getting so realistic now.
22:31That's all this is.
22:33That's all.
22:34I stood up.
22:36My knees hurt.
22:37My proper stocking had a run in it.
22:40That was when I heard it.
22:42From inside the house.
22:45A low, wet, dragging sound.
22:48Not footsteps.
22:49No movement on a stair.
22:51More like,
22:52think about a heavy rug being pulled across a wooden floor.
22:54That slow, thick friction.
22:56That was the sound.
22:58Stop.
22:59Start.
23:00Stop.
23:01Start.
23:02Closer.
23:03Sir?
23:04I called because pretending is a habit,
23:06and I had been doing it my whole life.
23:08Sir, are you in there?
23:10You left your door unlocked.
23:11I need to speak with you quickly, that's all.
23:13The dragging stopped.
23:15Silence.
23:17The flies whispered against each other.
23:21Then something else.
23:23So soft, I thought I imagined it.
23:27A breath.
23:29Not mine.
23:30Not outside.
23:32Inside the house, just behind the door.
23:34A slow inhale through a nose that sounded blocked.
23:37Wet.
23:38And then, after a pause that stretched long enough to make my scalp tingle.
23:42A shuddering exhale.
23:43I froze.
23:46I froze.
23:47I didn't say hello again.
23:49I just listened.
23:51Another breath.
23:53More strained this time.
23:57I pictured him injured.
23:59That helped.
24:00Maybe he'd fallen.
24:02Perhaps he'd cut himself on one of his own tools, and crawled to the door and couldn't reach the knob.
24:08Maybe.
24:09And this was heroic of me, I think.
24:11Perhaps I could still be the good guy in this story.
24:14Maybe I could save him.
24:16And then everything outside would make some sense in the narrative the police would later write.
24:22Hold on, I said.
24:25My voice high and thin.
24:28I'll get help.
24:29Just hold on.
24:30Don't move, okay?
24:33Something that might have been a word slid against the other side of the door.
24:37I couldn't make it out.
24:39It wasn't help.
24:40It might have been don't, or won't, or just a mouth trying to remember how to make shapes.
24:47And then, quietly.
24:50Too quietly.
24:52I heard a small, wet impact like something heavy slipping from a hand and hitting hardwood.
24:59That's when my body finally overruled me.
25:03I ran.
25:04Not graceful.
25:06Not heroic.
25:08I slipped in the grass and nearly went down again, and I think I brushed against one of
25:13the stakes with my shoulder, because for days afterward, I could smell that sweetness on
25:18my sweater, no matter how long I soaked it in bleach.
25:22I didn't scream.
25:24I don't know why.
25:26I think my voice had just...
25:29shut off, like a blown fuse.
25:31I remember my breath sounding too loud in my own ears, like I was hiding from something
25:37and giving myself away.
25:39When I got to the corner, I glanced back.
25:43This part...
25:45I still don't know.
25:48I saw him in the window.
25:50I did.
25:52The front window?
25:53The one with the beige curtains that never fully closed?
25:57For a second, the curtain shifted.
26:00Just a little.
26:02Like someone had used two fingers to pull it back and look out.
26:05And behind that gap in the dim interior, I saw a face.
26:10I'm going to tell you what I remember, then what I said to the police, and you can make
26:15of that what you want.
26:18What I remember.
26:20The face was grey.
26:21Not old man grey.
26:23Not pale.
26:25Grey like paper ash.
26:27The eyes were open too wide, and I couldn't tell what the colour had been because they just
26:32looked filmed over.
26:33The mouth hung open a little, like the owner of it had forgotten it was supposed to stay
26:38shut.
26:39The skin along the jaw looked loose, as if it had been lifted, and put back slightly
26:45off.
26:47What I told the police.
26:49I didn't see anyone.
26:51I ran to the car, I locked the doors.
26:54My hands shook so hard I dropped my keys twice trying to get them into the ignition.
26:59When the engine finally caught, I thought the sound would wake the entire block.
27:04I drove straight to the town office.
27:07I didn't go to the police first.
27:08That's important.
27:11People get that part wrong when they retell it.
27:13They say.
27:15She called the cops right away.
27:17I didn't.
27:18I called my manager.
27:20He wasn't in his office.
27:22I told the secretary, you need to get him.
27:26Now.
27:28Right now.
27:29You need to get everyone.
27:32She said.
27:34You look white as a sheet.
27:37Sit down.
27:38Do you need water?
27:40I said.
27:41Too loud.
27:43No.
27:44You need to get everyone now.
27:47Something in my tone must have worked, because ten minutes later, there were three squad cars
27:53on Larchmont and an ambulance, and half the cul-de-sac was roped off with yellow tape.
27:58People gathered, of course.
28:01They always do.
28:03Mrs. Peters in her curlers.
28:05Two boys from the high school with their bikes, trying to look casual.
28:09A mailman from two streets over who had no business being there.
28:14Elise.
28:15God.
28:16Elise.
28:17I hadn't even realized she'd found a sitter and walked down.
28:21She kept trying to see around one of the officers, and he held his arm out to block
28:25her, as if she were a stray dog.
28:28I wasn't allowed past the tape.
28:30That suited me fine.
28:32I didn't want to go past the tape.
28:35I could still taste the sweetness at the back of my tongue.
28:39They went into the house.
28:41I watched them go.
28:43Two officers first, hands on holsters, like anyone inside was going to be in any condition
28:49to fight.
28:51Then the paramedics arrived with a stretcher.
28:54Hopeful.
28:55Even though we all knew by then, it wasn't for outside.
28:59I remember one of the younger officers.
29:02The one with the freckled nose, gagging in the doorway, and having to lean over the railing,
29:09spitting into the hedge.
29:10The older one, the one who'd been on the force since the 60s, and liked to play it like nothing
29:18surprised him, had a rag pressed over his mouth and nose like an old-timey bank robber.
29:24They were inside for a long time.
29:27When they came back out, their faces were the color of dishwater.
29:31No stretcher came out.
29:34No man in handcuffs either.
29:36That detail didn't click with me until later.
29:39At the time, I was only thinking, good.
29:43It's not just me.
29:44Other people are seeing this.
29:46This will be taken care of.
29:48I can go home and scrub my hands.
29:50And this won't sit on my chest anymore.
29:54An officer I didn't recognize, county, not local, walked over to me.
30:00He crouched to get on my eye level like I was a child.
30:03His expression was careful.
30:06Ma'am, he said softly.
30:10How did you come to be on the property?
30:13I told you already, I said.
30:16I'm with community standards.
30:19People complained.
30:21I went to speak with him.
30:24With who?
30:26The owner, I said, annoyed and shaky.
30:30What's his name?
30:32I opened my mouth, then stopped.
30:36My mind went perfectly, horribly blank.
30:39I knew his house number.
30:42I knew his trash day.
30:44I knew his mailbox had a dent on the left side from where the snowplow clipped it last winter.
30:49I knew the shape of his shoulders when he pushed his mower.
30:53I knew the way he never fully raised his hand when he saw you.
30:58Just flicked two fingers in recognition.
31:01I did not know his name.
31:04I don't...
31:06I don't know, I said finally.
31:09The officer watched my face for a long second.
31:12Then he nodded, as if that answered something for him.
31:16Okay, he said.
31:21Is he...
31:22I started, and couldn't get out the word alive.
31:27We're handling it, he said, which is not an answer.
31:32They kept the tape up through sundown.
31:35Someone finally came with tarps and draped them over the stakes.
31:39The tarps moved in the breeze like slow, heavy flags.
31:43Mrs. Peters said, too loud.
31:46She wanted to be heard.
31:49Like she hadn't been out there earlier in her slippers telling the mailman to,
31:54look, look how realistic, get closer.
31:57No one will say anything.
32:00News crews came the next morning.
32:03That part you probably remember if you were in the area then.
32:08Channel 7 ran a piece that night where they blurred the lawn and called it,
32:12satanic display in quiet neighborhood.
32:16They interviewed three people who claimed to live in Larchment.
32:19Only one of them actually did.
32:22They didn't interview me.
32:23By then, the situation, their words, had become something else.
32:30The police started using phrases like ongoing investigation and possible homicide or homicides.
32:37And then they stopped giving phrases at all.
32:40The house was declared a scene.
32:43They wouldn't let anyone go near it.
32:46Which is why I don't understand what happened next.
32:50Three days later.
32:52Three.
32:53I drove past on my way to the safeway.
32:56I hadn't wanted to, but the detour around would have added ten minutes.
33:01And Elise had a dance at four.
33:03The tarps were gone.
33:05The stakes were gone.
33:07The extension cords were coiled neatly on the porch like snakes after shedding.
33:13The lawn looked...
33:15Wrong.
33:16Scraped and torn up in six neat circles where the bases had been.
33:20As if someone had unscrewed horror from the ground like patio umbrellas.
33:25But the most unbelievable part,
33:28the part I still cannot say out loud without my tongue feeling too big,
33:32is this.
33:34The yellow tape was gone too.
33:37No squad cars.
33:39No do not cross.
33:42No posted notice.
33:44Nothing.
33:46Like nothing had ever happened.
33:49There was even a new pumpkin on the stoop.
33:52Cute.
33:53Carved.
33:55Little triangle eyes.
33:58I pulled over so fast I half-jumped the curb.
34:02I sat there in my idling car,
34:04staring at the house and feeling my scalp prickle.
34:08Because something profound and cold in me understood that I was now in a story different from everyone else's.
34:14Because this is the part where people say they must have taken the bodies.
34:19Bodies.
34:20Plural.
34:21That's what everyone whispers now.
34:23They found bodies.
34:25I've heard numbers.
34:26I've listened to six.
34:28I've heard eight.
34:30I've heard twelve.
34:31Like the lawn was only the part he was willing to show us.
34:35I've heard they were all runaways.
34:38I've heard they were all women who shopped alone at night.
34:42I've listened to one who was a cop's sister.
34:45I've heard everything.
34:47But here's the part no one seems to remember except me.
34:52No one ever said they found him.
34:54Not alive.
34:56Not dead.
34:57Not hiding in the crawlspace.
34:59Not waiting in the basement beside a table saw and a stack of cooling boards.
35:04Not slumped in front of the door where I'd heard that dragging sound.
35:09Gone.
35:11And after that week, after the tapes came down and the lawn got smoothed and the stake holes
35:17filled in and the pumpkin appeared like a band-aid on a gunshot, no one moved into
35:21that house.
35:23You can drive past it now.
35:25People do it on purpose in October.
35:27Like it's a dare.
35:29There's no for sale sign.
35:30There's no foreclosure notice.
35:32The grass still gets cut.
35:34The porch light still comes on at dusk.
35:37Who's doing that?
35:39Ask around and you'll get shrugs.
35:41The county.
35:42The bank.
35:43His family.
35:45Which family?
35:46Well, you know.
35:48His... oh?
35:50Name them.
35:51Describe one.
35:52Tell me where they live.
35:53Watch people blink like you've spoken in a language they don't know.
35:57Elise has grown now.
35:58She has her own kids.
36:00I told her not to buy anywhere near here.
36:04She laughed and said,
36:06Mum, it was the 70s.
36:08You're remembering it worse than it was.
36:10She says memory plays tricks.
36:13She says the mind stitches dreams into old footage and convinces you it's all one thing.
36:19She says,
36:20No one would let that happen in the middle of a neighborhood without people stepping in.
36:26Sometimes, very late, I almost believe her.
36:29Then I smell it again.
36:32Not all the time.
36:34Not even every October.
36:37It sneaks up on me.
36:39Like a draft under a door.
36:42I'll be in my kitchen.
36:44Rinsing a plate.
36:45Thinking about nothing.
36:47The house will be quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator.
36:51And the little tick of the hallway clock.
36:54The window over the sink will be cracked.
36:57Just enough to let in what's left of fall.
37:01And then.
37:02Out of nowhere.
37:04I'll taste it.
37:06Sweet and wrong.
37:09Heavy.
37:11Rot.
37:13It sits on the back of my tongue like a thumb.
37:16The first time it happened, I dropped the plate.
37:20It shattered in the sink.
37:22And Elise called from the living room.
37:24You okay?
37:25And I said.
37:27Fine.
37:28Like nothing was wrong.
37:29Because saying, I can taste dead again.
37:32Didn't seem like something a sane person says while making tuna salad.
37:37Last night, it happened again.
37:40That's why I'm telling you this now.
37:43I was alone.
37:45The house was too quiet in that way that lets you hear your own heartbeat in your ear.
37:51I had the porch light on.
37:53The curtains were mostly closed.
37:55But there was the smallest gap.
37:57Like someone had used two fingers to pull them back and look out.
38:01I could hear something.
38:04Not footsteps.
38:06Not a voice.
38:08The drag.
38:09Stop.
38:10Start.
38:12Stop.
38:14Start.
38:16Across my kitchen floor.
38:18Very slow.
38:20Very patient.
38:22I didn't turn around.
38:25I stood at the sink with my hands in cold water and watched the reflection of my own face in
38:30the dark kitchen window.
38:32For a long time, I told myself I was imagining it.
38:35That's all.
38:37Just nerves.
38:38Age.
38:39Memory stitching itself to sound.
38:41A house is settling.
38:43A fridge cycling.
38:45Then I saw something move in the reflection.
38:49Not much.
38:50Just the suggestion of a taller shadow behind mine.
38:55Long.
38:56Upright.
38:58Too thin.
39:00The kind of shape a person would make if there were a pole running up through them.
39:04Keeping them from ever quite slumping all the way down.
39:08I closed my eyes.
39:10I said, very quietly.
39:14You're not real.
39:16You're not here.
39:18You're something my brain is making.
39:21And from behind me.
39:23Close enough that I felt it on the back of my neck like a cold, damp hand.
39:27I heard a breath.
39:30Slow.
39:32Wet.
39:34Patient.
39:36Like lungs that had to remember how.
39:40Like someone who had been waiting a very long time for me to finally, finally turn around.
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