Eric S. B
Lisa was getting ready to
lock up for the night as a last car pulled into the
video store's parking lot. She cursed under her breath,
leaving the doors open, and headed back to the counter.
A lone man got out of the car. He was young, probably
in his mid-twenties, and wore a black jeans and a matching
jacket. Long dark hair spilled over his shoulders. He
made his way inside and headed straight towards her.
Without bothering to say hello, he asked, "Do you
have any Fulci?"
Lisa's tired mind fought to make sense of the question
as she stared into his blue eyes. "Excuse me?"
"Fulci, the Italian director," the man said
in an irritated tone.
"I don't think so," Lisa answered.
The man pulled a .38 revolver from his jacket pocket
and pointed it at her face. Lisa blinked as her mouth
went suddenly dry.
"That's too bad," the man purred. "I
guess I'll just have to find another way to amuse myself
Lisa's heart thundered in her chest and a slight layer
of sweat began to form on her brow.
"Tell me," he asked leaning closer, "What
are you afraid of?"
Lisa was so terrified that she told the truth. "The
dumpsters. . . The dumpster out back. I can't stand
to take the night trash out by myself. There's something
inside of it. I don't know how, but it's always there,
watching me, waiting for me to get too close."
"Really." The man grinned feeding on her fear.
"No!" Lisa squealed, "I can't. . . "
The man pulled back the revolver's hammer, clicking
a round into place, and shoved the barrel against her
forehead. "I said, show me," he ordered.
Lisa led him out back to the dumpsters, making sure
to give them a wide berth. As the man examined them
something thumped inside the largest dumpster.
"Ah." He smiled, dragging a crate of trash
over to its side. "Let's take a look at your fear."
The man climbed onto the crate and peered down into
the dumpster. In a blur of movement almost too fast
for the human eye to follow, a large furry hand matted
with blood and feces grabbed the front of his jacket
and pulled him inside.
Lisa screamed as she heard the sickening snap of bones
that echoed in the dumpster. She ran through the store's
rear entrance, slamming the door behind her, and fell
to her knees. Tears burned in her eyes as she realized
the thing of her fears was real. The last thing Lisa
heard before the blackness came was an animal like roar
as something tore the door from its hinges and entered