TAILIEUCHUNG - Dead Shade: A Short Horror Story

During dinner I would often hear my brother moving around inside the vents. If the food smelled especially good that night, he would make a scraping, scuttling noise like a pair of oversized rats wrestling. He did this to make us feel bad for him, and sometimes it worked (except on me because I always felt bad for him). One evening, after a few drinks, my father got up, unlocked the stainless steel grate, and threw in half of his pork chop. A chewy, smacking sound followed. “Thank you, Dad,” my brother said in a meek voice much raspier and. | BROTHER S KEEPER A SHORT HORROR STORY By Richard Denoncourt Copyright 2012 Richard Denoncourt Smashwords Edition Cover design by Richard Denoncourt Cover photo Spooky Stairway to Dark Cellar by rdegrie @iStockPhoto Cover photo My Eye by BaronBrian @Flickr This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. It may not be pirated or re-sold. If you would like to share this book with another person please purchase an additional copy for each recipient or use a legitimate eBook lending service. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. BROTHER S KEEPER During dinner I would often hear my brother moving around inside the vents. If the food smelled especially good that night he would make a scraping scuttling noise like a pair of oversized rats wrestling. He did this to make us feel bad for him and sometimes it worked except on me because I always felt bad for him . One evening after a few drinks my father got up unlocked the stainless steel grate and threw in half of his pork chop. A chewy smacking sound followed. Thank you Dad my brother said in a meek voice much raspier and smaller than any of us remembered it being. My father was silent as he sat back down at the table. My mother sat watching her food also keeping quiet for reasons I still don t understand. They could have said anything to my brother just a single word to make him feel like he was still a part of the family. Instead they held fast to the rules. You see this was all a part of my brother s punishment. I used to play in the basement with my brother whose name I m not allowed to say anymore. Cops and Robbers Hide and Seek Wild Injuns and other games that often left things down in the musty room either toppled over or broken. Once my mother noticed that we had chipped an old hand-painted vase she had inherited from her mother. She told my father and he locked my brother in the basement and me in the attic for a number of days. I finally confessed to the crime on the condition that my .

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