minute,” she shouted.
“ Now, ” he yelled back down.
What the fuck?
She opened the tape drawer and saw it held a VHS tape.
Whatever is on this tape is about to be erased.
She grabbed the cord and plugged it into the back of the recorder as she ran for the stairs. When she got to the top of the stairs, she saw why Eric had called her.
She gasped and almost dropped the recorder.
“Who did this?” Eric asked. “Did you?”
She shook her head in an exaggerated twist back and forth. “Never,” she whispered.
“How did it happen?” Eric asked, his words coming out in tight, short beats.
“What? You don’t think I had anything to do with this, do you?”
“Look, Tessa, I drove into town and when I come back, the room you were painting is ruined. Unless we have company, you did this. And don’t suggest otherwise. Unless you really want to get crazy and say this house is haunted, but we both know that’s not the case. We don’t believe in that shit.”
She stood, stunned at what she saw and at Eric’s words. His tone hurt her. Eric had never talked like that before, and now he stood in their new home with a gun in his hand. For the first time in a long time, Tessa felt real fear.
“Eric, we should leave.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “You know, you’re a real fucking joke. How could you say that? ” Spittle flew from his mouth at the last word. His face reddened and the sclera of his eyes lost their white to a red hue. “Someone is fucking with us, and you want to leave. Give me a fucking break!”
“I’m sorry. Please stop shouting.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he screamed and stormed past her.
What’s happening to us? This morning when we arrived with the paint and set up, he was so happy. We were so happy. What has changed?
Tessa stepped into the master bedroom and looked at the first coat she had spent seven hours applying. It had bubbled up and flaked off like she’d tried to paint the side of a barbecue. Flakes of charred paint lay around the room at the bottom of every wall that had been covered.
The original wooden wall showed through in all its ugly brown and black surface. The room had lost the smell of paint too.
Only the faint odor of burnt hair remained.
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“ Now, ” he yelled back down.
What the fuck?
She opened the tape drawer and saw it held a VHS tape.
Whatever is on this tape is about to be erased.
She grabbed the cord and plugged it into the back of the recorder as she ran for the stairs. When she got to the top of the stairs, she saw why Eric had called her.
She gasped and almost dropped the recorder.
“Who did this?” Eric asked. “Did you?”
She shook her head in an exaggerated twist back and forth. “Never,” she whispered.
“How did it happen?” Eric asked, his words coming out in tight, short beats.
“What? You don’t think I had anything to do with this, do you?”
“Look, Tessa, I drove into town and when I come back, the room you were painting is ruined. Unless we have company, you did this. And don’t suggest otherwise. Unless you really want to get crazy and say this house is haunted, but we both know that’s not the case. We don’t believe in that shit.”
She stood, stunned at what she saw and at Eric’s words. His tone hurt her. Eric had never talked like that before, and now he stood in their new home with a gun in his hand. For the first time in a long time, Tessa felt real fear.
“Eric, we should leave.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “You know, you’re a real fucking joke. How could you say that? ” Spittle flew from his mouth at the last word. His face reddened and the sclera of his eyes lost their white to a red hue. “Someone is fucking with us, and you want to leave. Give me a fucking break!”
“I’m sorry. Please stop shouting.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he screamed and stormed past her.
What’s happening to us? This morning when we arrived with the paint and set up, he was so happy. We were so happy. What has changed?
Tessa stepped into the master bedroom and looked at the first coat she had spent seven hours applying. It had bubbled up and flaked off like she’d tried to paint the side of a barbecue. Flakes of charred paint lay around the room at the bottom of every wall that had been covered.
The original wooden wall showed through in all its ugly brown and black surface. The room had lost the smell of paint too.
Only the faint odor of burnt hair remained.
#
We hope you enjoyed this excerpt. You can find this story and many more wherever Jonas Saul books are sold.
Good reviews are important to a novel’s success. If you enjoyed The Reaper, please be kind and leave a review wherever you purchased the book.
Sincerely,
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