Steve was tired. Dead tired. Being the only sewn-from-spare-parts-brought-to-life-via-lightning type monster on the block meant that every single time someone needed a grave dug or a body moved, who did they call? STEVE. Like Jaki Wolfensohn in 42A couldn’t wield a shovel.
Steve sighed from his uneven lungs and rolled out of bed. Another day, another villager to terrorize. Might as well make the coffee.
After coffee and doughnuts, (gluten-free of course, apparently the former owner of Steve’s tummy had celiac disease), Steven Casanova Frankenstein got dressed in his favorite lavender suit (it really played up his green undertones) and set out for the office prepared to collect a laundry list of odd jobs from the bridge club on his way.
Whistling “oh I love my pretty little flower” to himself as he walked to the bus stop, it took him a minute to notice, but suddenly he became VERY aware that no one else was around.
Mrs. Grimlekin was usually at her hedge by now waiting to gossip with whomever happened by, and the pups too young for school were always in their front garden playing Boosketball, but there was NO ONE.
Steve paused. This was so weird. like Republicans weird. CREEPY.
He checked his watch, had he accidentally overslept a whole day again? No it was quarter of 9 on Tuesday, October 2nd
What in the wide wide world of sports?
Steven spun on his pale-yellow platforms, Gregory would be to bed by now, but his manservant Hecubus was always good for a cuppa, maybe they would know what was going on.
He knocked on the coffin-shaped door and smiled gently to himself, good ol’ Gregie, always so on the nose that one.
After a totally normal amount of time, he was pretty sure, he knocked again. He must have been more anxious than he realized as the door flew inward the second his knuckles hit the blackened wood.
“Hello? Hec? Gregory? It’s just me, Steve! Sorry about the door! Don’t know me own strength.”
He paused waiting for a reply.
Nothing.
Not even spiders skittering or the basement bats rustling in their sleep.
Nothing
What on earth was going on?
Leigh Fisher 